I think I think too much

by Melissa   Nov 4, 2011


I can tell by the slump of my words
that they're tired of standing in this imagery,
they'd rather just fall into Winter,
press like Autumn
against the cold earth that only embraces
what nestles in

I could lose myself in the roots of nature
become tangled in this labyrinth of life
that sometimes prefers sleep
over dreaming,
just fold myself in the arms of Willow bark,
all droopy-eyed and half-alive
wishing it were someone, anyone
who could hold me tight enough to smother
this wild flame in my chest,
to disarm my heart
of its burning

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  • 13 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    "I can tell by the slump of my words
    that they're tired of standing in this imagery"

    My Favourite lines, so thought provoking, and imagery is fantastic,

    You are a very talented writer, in short pieces your awesomeness stands out the most

    Another fantastic piece!

  • 13 years ago

    by Britt

    "become tangled in this labyrinth of life
    that sometimes prefers sleep
    over dreaming,"

    I adored this piece, it is definitely so true. Sometimes our dreams haunt us so much, even good dreams, that we just need to remain in a slumber, uninterrupted for our words to permeate.

    This poem is beautiful, Melissa. I love your title - I think we all do :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    A great write indeed. I was dragged away by the first stanza. Fiery emotions...

    Really interesting :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    A good wonderful poem I loved it good job an keep up the good work 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    Fiery emotions at the end of this beautifully penned poem. In particular, these lines:

    wishing it were someone, anyone
    who could hold me tight enough to smother
    this wild flame in my chest,
    to disarm my heart
    of its burning

    The beginning stanza is also superbly written :

    I can tell by the slump of my words
    that they're tired of standing in this imagery,
    they'd rather just fall into Winter,
    press like Autumn
    against the cold earth that only embraces
    what nestles in

    If I had to write this stanza I could have blended autumn in to winter a little differently, but again the thoughts are yours that matter in this composition. The poet know best. 5/5