ANCHORED---new poem!

[alissa]

Filling the space
With the only picture I have
The distance replaced
With conversations we never had
And I’m wasting in the words
That never left my mind
I’m worse than insecure
I’m consumed, I am blind
Turned inside out
Because I’m tangled in what’s you
Surfacing my doubt
That what I know is what is true
You’re growing wings
While I’m gripping an anchor
She’s chasing her King
And he’s escaping her
And as he flies away
Shes sinking deeper
With everything left to say
And nothing to make him keep her

[AbdoRinbo]

It reads like a newspaper scrap.

Such beauty.

[alissa]

what do you have against me?

[AbdoRinbo]

Because I thought that your poem was beautiful? I must despise you.

[Rotty1021]

Maybe something that you said it "reads like a newspaper scrap." I don't think you meant harm in this; it's probably some proverbish thing.


what do you have against me?

[AbdoRinbo]

I love a good proverb.

[alissa]

abdorinbo-----based on the conversations you and I have had in the past, i don't think you literally meant my poem was beautiful. The newspaper scrap part says it all i think.

[AbdoRinbo]

Read the e-mail I've sent you.