It ((hurts))
when you find these self.inflicted.bruises
XunattractiveX--
because some of them
[.I wear for you.]
I told you once
that I have it in me
to _worship_ you like a {{god}};
you looked at me //sideways//,
in the kind of way that means
[.I’m not making sense.]
Do you even know the worth
of what you [hold] in your hands?
Just your *pretty* wind.up.enigma
//.taken for granted.\\
put up on a pedestal
&& forgotten on the ^heights^.
[..I miss being looked at
like I mean something..]
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Aphrodite [.fallen.]
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3 comments:
Behold the uncanny genius of Glytch! Usually I'm not into idiosyncratic typologies but it works beautifully in this poem. Who are you really O.Goddess.of.words? and what world (a more soulful earth?)to you spring from, and most importantly are there others [you know--single?--aged 30-40?] good work!
Wow, Glytch! This is a raw, and powerful poem. We've all been there, and you've done a really good job of capturing how painful it feels to stuck in that taken for granted position. Keep on serving up such worthy morsels!
My favorite lines:
"It ((hurts))
when you find these self.inflicted.bruises
XunattractiveX--
because some of them
[.I wear for you.]"
...and,
"[..I miss being looked at
like I mean something..]"
Powerful ending ' I miss being looked at like I mean something.'
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