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Poem : Peculiar

Manne

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A new poem, try to check it out if you have the time

An odd turn for me. I'd been thinking of this for a little while: it's a used concept, yes, to look at someone or yourself from a different psyche, a different view. So, I figured, why not now? If it seems unstructured... it is!

Don't take everything so literally; that's life and that's how you live it.
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"Peculiar"



i find it peculiar the things he does:
he's a talker when forced; but when he can
he never leaves a small little room and dim computer screen.

he does drugs and blames it on life;
he says they're only to repair himself to the
way he wished to be.

he speaks eloquently, and i love him so;
but when we walk side by side he's such a sad person,
all wrapped up in his thoughts, worries, and hopes.
he has no time to open up to me.

but it somehow just seems like feeble attempts
at something that requires so much more.

we talk, and i flirt, and he plays around but never does anything.
maybe he really doesn't like me?
maybe he thinks i'm some sort of toy he can amuse himself with;
put me down and forget.

but i tell him i'm not something like that. i'm serious, i don't want
sex, or any of that; i do want love. i want to feel safe
inside arms that can make me warm and lips that make me alive
in their embrace.

but i'm sure he knows that
 
The sense of isolation you create within a relationship with this poem is wonderful. I really love the way you ended this poem, the re-stating of your ideals really give detail to the insecurities you portay with this piece.
 
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