Friday, July 2, 2010

To quote an acquaintance of mine: I don't write poetry, I live it.

The thing about poetry is, it has to be long enough to tell a story,
But short enough to be believable.
Nine times out of ten, a person's life isn't really story-worthy
And the tenth person's life is so unreal that if it was put onto paper, no one would ever believe it.
I think my life blurs the line between what is normal and what is surreal.
For the most part, it's so boring that I'm bored
but every so often there's a moment that can't really be translated into the language you and I speak
and even if it could
You wouldn't believe me.
But that's what I want to do with my life
I want to live my poetry
I want to live long enough to tell the world my story
But short enough for it all to be believable.
I want to tell the world about what it's like to be me.
To wake up some days and wish I hadn't
To toss and turn all night only to sleep with my eyes open all through the next day.
I want to tell you all about my random humor and the truth that lies behind it.
I want to tell you.
I want to tell you about the music I hear in the wind that blows through the trees.
I want to tell you about the colour of my mothers voice
And of the scent of the deep blue I see when I close my eyes.
I want to explain that even though it sounds as though I'm high on some wonder drug
I'm sober.
I'm just a dreamer that tried to spend too long in one of her daydreams
Who lied so much to the rest of the world that she started lying to herself
Because the rest of the world grew old long before I did
And you all left your fantasies and imaginary friends behind you
But I never did.
I'm the peter pan of this reality
My body will age with time, but my mind never will.
Perhaps it's unhealthy to be like this.
To be trapped in a cage made of rainbows and childhood memories
But perhaps it's just me trying to cope with the pain of understanding everyone else but never understanding myself.
The pain of being able to explain why a butterfly takes flight
But not being able to explain what it means to me.

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