The great, fearsome, almighty Euphy
has fallen prey to the insecurity
of a tiny, monosyllabic, 4-letter word.
But it doesn't ring true.
That word should not be used lightly,
or you might get in trouble,
or I might believe you.
Or I might run.
What if you did, and what if I DID?
It's not like I could do anything about it.
I'm frozen in an iceberg, and you-
you're trying to break the ice.
But could I let myself believe you?
My teeth are chattering too hard
to allow anymore than chewed up syllables by,
so don't take it personally if I don't respond.
How can I believe that you-- do, when I don't myself?
Not enough time has passed,
aren't there supposed to be rules against this kind of thing?
You don't even know ME yet- how can I believe you?
And even if I did, could I respond?
and even if it was reciprocate, could I then?
Self-preservation happens to be my blanket-disclaimer,
so could I let my guard down willingly?
Faith has never been a strong suit of mine,
but with frost-bitten feet how can I know
if the ground is stable beneath me?
Is it the ground or me that is trembling?
My poems seem to be slightly prophetic: I said I was
afraid of- a word I can't say. Well, I am NOW.
Let's hope the prophecy is fulfilled, because
a world of no evil sounds great right about now.
What a cruel invention, this web we play in,
to bring two hearts together whose bodies are so far apart,
to provide false closeness to one trembling to be touched,
to offer illusions to those starving for substance.
Author notes
Uhm... some stuff has happened. Good or bad? Who knows. I'm not essplainin' >>
Soul. Does it have one? >>
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Yes, Kelsez, it has a soul.
I'm frozen in an iceberg, and you-
you're trying to break the ice.
Do you know how pretty that sounds? I'm sorry I wasn't there to find out what happened (as well as for not seeing you in a long, LONG time, and shitty as it is it'll be even longer before I have a chance to again) But anways...I got back on here, saw those lines, and was all (OOOOOH! SHINY SOUNDING WORDS!" so...here I am! The mysterious internet-phoenix rises again from her ashes to give you a standing ovation on your poems again! You're seriously brilliant.
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I know how you feel けるし。 PSST! わたし わ じえいみ です！！ (JAMIE!!!) -
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D< I can't fucking read what you said >> Is a-makin me angry. Please stick to English >>
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not essplainin'?? You definitely are!
sorry for being late -- i Just noticed you wrote another poem. Yeah, I'm attacking you tomorrow so you better be ready to spill :]
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