That Strange Place Between Present And Past

[Raz]

if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
but if you lose the devil gets your soul

How many times I've been here
wanting the good while I forget the bad
to forget the responsibility that comes with growth.
I remember the feeling of safety;

head against my mother's heart,
when everything was not analysed to death,
when her heartbeat was all the explanation the world needed;

before I knew what death was,
before I knew to be a cutter,
before I knew what it was to be drunk;

when love could defeat all enemies,
when politics was a friend to my argument,
when the world obeyed my worldview;

that strange place between present and past,
that world without sex and complication,
that world with only extremities;

emotion,
experience,
the life I live;

always subjected to my inner rule,
always subjected to this judgement and this mind,
which always wants more but always gets less;

now it's gone.

that strange moment between place and happenstance;

now i wonder if you know;

why am i the last to know;

 

[E-girl]

simplicity and innocence.... things i'll always long for, but that seem so long ago forgotten.

 

[cherub]

I love this poem, not exactl sure what strike me about it,,, maybe all of it,,, but certainly i like it.

one things that grabs me

always subjected to my inner rule,
always subjected to this judgement and this mind,
which always wants more but always gets less

that i can relate to the most,,,,,,,,,,, i am the person with more inner rules then i probably should have.

good work raz, i was really impressed by this piece!