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Elijah · 09-13-2011, 12:09 AM

I, remain

“I’m just a simple prairie girl” she would retort, as I reveled in her depth and complexity.
I understood her and misunderstood her, simultaneously.
Long, languishing evenings spent intricately weaving our souls together.
Pleading with each other inaudibly to “handle with care” the gifts we sometimes reluctantly, sometimes voraciously bestowed on each other.
She sang for Me, I listened.
Captivated.
I realized after her unannounced departure she had been saying goodbye, since hello.
Beguiled, I waited for her return, passing the time building a fortress and a carefully placed moat around My remains.
It remains…
I, remain…

~Elijah

SoNotHer · 09-13-2011, 10:53 PM

I watch the scene no one else sees.
It’s me before a momentary pond held
at the edge of an aging parking lot. It’s midnight,
and like a quiver full of arrows, the rain falls
in a magnificent arching descent,
exploding in a flash of silver and white
as they hit the pond's quick skin.

The surface is taut then lax, wrinkled then smooth.
Impression. Realism. Impressionism.
Realism. Within the black water,
they will wait for a cloud lift.
Ascension. Falling. Ascension.
Falling. And none of this will ever
seem like anything but home.

Nadeest · 09-14-2011, 06:10 PM

Our Beliefs

We all have
Our beliefs
And are positive
They’re right
What if
Come Judgement Day
Things start
Getting kinda tight
Will you be able
To tell the Boss:
“Although I was wrong
In my beliefs;
I caused no one
Any loss.”

8/09/2005 by Terry King

NOTE: This is the name that I write under.
NOTE: This poem may be posted anywhere on the web, providing that it is unchanged and that it is attributed to me.

09-13-2011, 12:09 AM	#1
Elijah Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: Masculine ones Relationship Status: Open to healthy possibilities... Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: Michigan Posts: 554 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 738 Thanked 1,629 Times in 393 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	I, remain “I’m just a simple prairie girl” she would retort, as I reveled in her depth and complexity. I understood her and misunderstood her, simultaneously. Long, languishing evenings spent intricately weaving our souls together. Pleading with each other inaudibly to “handle with care” the gifts we sometimes reluctantly, sometimes voraciously bestowed on each other. She sang for Me, I listened. Captivated. I realized after her unannounced departure she had been saying goodbye, since hello. Beguiled, I waited for her return, passing the time building a fortress and a carefully placed moat around My remains. It remains… I, remain… ~Elijah __________________ "There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love." ~Washington Irving

09-13-2011, 10:53 PM	#2
SoNotHer Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Professional Sandbagger and Jenga Zumba Instructor Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: In the master control room of my world domination dreams Posts: 2,811 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 6,587 Thanked 4,734 Times in 1,409 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	Of Course On Course I watch the scene no one else sees. It’s me before a momentary pond held at the edge of an aging parking lot. It’s midnight, and like a quiver full of arrows, the rain falls in a magnificent arching descent, exploding in a flash of silver and white as they hit the pond's quick skin. The surface is taut then lax, wrinkled then smooth. Impression. Realism. Impressionism. Realism. Within the black water, they will wait for a cloud lift. Ascension. Falling. Ascension. Falling. And none of this will ever seem like anything but home. __________________ "In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." ~ Albert Camus

09-14-2011, 06:10 PM	#3
Nadeest Member How Do You Identify?: as myself Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: Leesburg, FL Posts: 595 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,876 Thanked 2,118 Times in 501 Posts Rep Power: 17077998	Our Beliefs Our Beliefs We all have Our beliefs And are positive They’re right What if Come Judgement Day Things start Getting kinda tight Will you be able To tell the Boss: “Although I was wrong In my beliefs; I caused no one Any loss.” 8/09/2005 by Terry King NOTE: This is the name that I write under. NOTE: This poem may be posted anywhere on the web, providing that it is unchanged and that it is attributed to me.