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Something.

There's something new about tonight.
There's something old about the way the wind blows.
Breathing deep I think of you,
And all the songs we could sing.

There's something different about the stars,
They haven't looked the same in years.
And maybe it's my eyes.

There's something familiar about the warm glow of the moon,
and how it sweeps me off my feet,
Just the way you did.

There's something strange about this feeling,
about how I don't know if I'd rather run or dance
away.

There's something unsettling about these thoughts,
how they turn me in circles
and leave me lost on the outskirts of reality.

There's something odd about this place,
where my mind meets my heart meets the world.

There's something desirable about this idea,
that perhaps it's all a dream,
And nothing has changed.

And there's something bright about what I'm reaching for,
An invisible, unfathomable paradox
So that all and none of it can exist in the same breath.





Author notes

it just sort of spilled out of my brain. half of it doesn't even make sense to me.

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  • whiterabbit.
    March 29

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    I really like the mystery and nostalgia in this. I can really feel this poem and it has a quality to it that makes you think. I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for entering.


  • city light illusion
    March 25

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    it's in the senses

    maybe - just maybe - it's not all supposed to make sense. this poem made me think. it turned my emotions upside down and inside out. it made me notice my senses and observe deeper into what's around me. I know nothing is ever left undone, and something can always be edited in any writing, this however....is good where it is. its let go from your hands, and placed upon the reader. it's beautiful.

    The first two lines took my breath away immediately, the second and last stanzas are my favorite.

    wow. just....wow.


  • worshipchick
    March 24
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    Haha, I think sometimes our best poetry are the ones that get away from us! Your imagery and language are so well crafted that even if you're not sure what something means, your reader can find meaning for themselves. Second stanza is my favorite. Nice work. Blessings. :-)