Dark Muse
01-07-2010, 04:48 PM
The Meaning of Self
It was amid tangled sheets
and twisted limbs
she once hoped to transcend.
A desire undefined within
to be reborn again
through another's eyes.
Weighed down by the definitions
imposed upon her
from the outside.
Those who sat smoking in her den
spoke in a language
she couldn't quite comprehend.
But that it was of her they
spoke she knew
in their slitted glances.
And she became their creation
of multiple-syllabolic obscured words
which she wore as her albatross.
Then a stranger saw her
as something else, which
she couldn't quite believe in.
But she conceived he could change her
with the movement
of his limbs.
Yet in the end she had not become
the other self she sought
instead of gained she felt she lost.
Removed for a moment from
the verbal charades
she experienced weightlessness.
Sadly when restored back into the den
she long could not evade
their theatric word games.
So at last she decided
she really was just
jumbled pretentious slang.
It was amid tangled sheets
and twisted limbs
she once hoped to transcend.
A desire undefined within
to be reborn again
through another's eyes.
Weighed down by the definitions
imposed upon her
from the outside.
Those who sat smoking in her den
spoke in a language
she couldn't quite comprehend.
But that it was of her they
spoke she knew
in their slitted glances.
And she became their creation
of multiple-syllabolic obscured words
which she wore as her albatross.
Then a stranger saw her
as something else, which
she couldn't quite believe in.
But she conceived he could change her
with the movement
of his limbs.
Yet in the end she had not become
the other self she sought
instead of gained she felt she lost.
Removed for a moment from
the verbal charades
she experienced weightlessness.
Sadly when restored back into the den
she long could not evade
their theatric word games.
So at last she decided
she really was just
jumbled pretentious slang.