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by Saerelune   Aug 6, 2013


I was never one to be afraid of heights,
but now I'll have to admit:
we were falling too fast.

You were building railroads towards the airport but no one told you
that my chest was the runway no plane would ever land on,
let alone a man's touch after a leap of freedom,
and it always happens like this:

whatever man I befriend becomes the only one who bothers
to remove heavy footprints from pavements,
but I don't want to fall in love with someone who's had the sun
shining on their bare back all of their lives; someone
who seeks understanding in the rough edges of a scar
just because the streets have been biting on their fingernails
more than they themselves would; someone
who understands the architecture of a capital
despite the calligraphy that curls in a language
that their tongue could never copy.

I don't want to fall in love with a road-fixer again.

This growth is surreal, like love padlocks
cuddling all around European bridges at the same night
just to become a legacy to tourists.

My camera has been jetlagged ever since the last crash
and I don't plan on capturing another cityscape and
drowning in its labyrinth of canals again.

I don't trust myself to swim even though I've been somersaulting
in both salt and sweet water ever since my birth,

and you know as well as I do that both of us must've foreseen this day:
us mimicking each other's shadows to only blot on a graffitied wall
that marks the vandalism we've caused on each other's hearts.

Loving you is as bitter as beer in Prague
despite the pregnancy of a wallet,
and I don't plan on being broke again.

6-8-2013
10:46 PM

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  • 11 years ago

    by Piogga

    Your poetry always moves me. In love with your metaphors as well! x

  • 11 years ago

    by Britt

    You have now made it perfect ;)
    NOMINATED! I love how you broke it up and think its that much stronger!

  • 11 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Holy crap kid...
    You.mean.business.

    Woooowww!!!!!! Can I borrow this to recite at poetry night sweet baby jesus

    • 11 years ago

      by Saerelune

      Thank you Yaki, sure you can, be sure to let me hear it, this was meant to be spoken by a stronger voice. :)

      Britt, thanks again, I didn't really like it at first because as you said, the images seemed very overwhelming but since I wrote this to keep up with my train of thoughts I thought it'd be better in prose-form. I changed it though and it seems less clogged now! What d'you think?

    • 11 years ago

      by Saerelune

      I don't know why I keep double posting today. o.O

  • 11 years ago

    by Britt

    I absolutely absolutely absolutely love the content in this poem.

    I love the metaphors and the images you paired with them, I thought they really meshed well together and made an awesome connection. There is SO much attention to detail in your poem, from padlocks on bridges, beer in Prague, ideas of cities and your attachments etc... It's chock full of images and there is so much to take in, that you forget the emotion behind it at first to drink it all in. I've read this four times in a row and get a different idea every time, and seemingly pick up something I missed the last time through.

    I really like the somersaulting in both salt and sweet water ever since my birth. What a thought.

    The emotional content here is overwhelming, too, once I allowed myself to get past the images. The main key I felt here was trust -- you don't trust people, places, things, yourself... everything reminds you of another reason you can't allow yourself to fall (in love, in happiness, in peace.. anything). I thought that was really awesome to keep throughout the entire poem. The ending makes me think that you're sticking it out, perhaps... or you're forever scarred because of this person in your life. I'm a bit torn on how I feel on the ending because it makes me seem like you love him anyway (love is bitter, even though the wallets full, and you aren't going to go broke again). Maybe you won't bet on him again? You did before, you won the money, but the lost the REAL bet? OOH I like this idea... lol really thought I am curious your intent here.

    I will say this... and I normally never have a criticism for your poetry..

    I really don't like the layout. It ended up having SO many run-on feeling lines, and I think if you broke them up into a more traditional "poetry" stanza it might give it a stronger effect (I actually split it into stanzas myself to read it a few ways lol).

    So I really love this poem, but the ONLY thing I don't like is this layout. That being said it's still in my favorites, lol.

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