Acknowledge my presence
As I sit near the window
Watching the weather rotate in extremes
From fall to spring
A hurricane wraps around my brain.
Acknowledge me as I rotate
With the tornado overlapping my thoughts
You’re the eye of the storm.
Look into my eyes and see me
Stare into them and know me
Follow your every stance
Acknowledge my presence.
Can’t you see the rain?
Falling on my golden locks
My hair curly in the humidity?
Don’t you notice the burn in my eyes
Suffering from the extremities?
The sun is blaring as I watch you
The rain protects everything
Except the irises of my eyes.
Acknowledge me
Don’t allow the sun to hurt me.
Do you want someone to die?
See me. Look at me.
Be with me.
Can’t you hear the pleas of my heart?
The echoes of my thoughts?
Turn around for just one moment.
Turn around.
Oh, that’s what I thought.
Author notes
I wrote this randomly. I was bored and wanted to write..this is what came out. I tend to do that don't I?
Do read...Tell me whatcha think.
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You know what this brought to my mind...teen girls in high school. you know, trying to get guys attention by not trying to get their attention. This poem to me makes it sound like you feel everything is point the other person in the right direction, rain, tornadoes, your beating heart. How can they not see you? And the ending, well, certainly awesome in how ambiguous it is. Love it.
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you know the little suggestion thing under comment boxes) Acknowledge me
Don’t allow the sun to hurt me.
Do you want someone to die?
See me. Look at me.
Be with me. To me this seemed a bit much. I started to feel you were losing it a bit here and it went from high school girl to that goth-like high school girl who flips butterfly knives and never talks to anyone....minus the golden curls of course.
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Ooh the sun..that was a metaphor. The sun was him...the sun was his stance. The blinding of who he was which would decrease if he were to acknowledge her. A god to her who would become a man, a human, a person...once he acknowledge who she was.
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Well that's kinda what I mean. To me, it went from infatuation to I have a shrine of you in my closet. I just didn't feel it meshed well with the rest. And I do understand that natural disasters aren't really occurring here.
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Wait..you thought it was just a crush in the beginning?? That sounds like just a crush? To me the whole thing was 'shrine of you in my closet' type crush.
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