Saturday, April 21, 2012


Waiting for the next line
Life as is on the fringe, the edge
the verge of something

He looked at me and said:
"You are so free...without inhibitions.
You scare me."

I don't understand your nuances yet...
but i will.

"You."  he said. "You are an angel.
I am talking to an angel. Me?
I'm just trying to get my life together."

Be nice to me.
Tell me everything is going to be alright.
If it's not the truth.
Lie to me (like this was the only time.)
It makes me feel as if I am doomed.

As he gazed at me, eyes dewy from narcotic reverie,
I said, " You are trapped in a woman surrounded by women."
Morpheus wept.

"You are a chemical imbalance" he replied
"but then, all humans are."

They are all drunks and junkies and eternal losers
these men I like. I am not a forever kind of woman.
who could stay beside me long enough to spend forever with?

He looked at me
and said with an air of complete bewilderment:
"I thought I knew what you were all about. But
you are not what I had you figured out to be at all."

Waiting for reaction where there is none.

We are complete rational insanity
That makes the two of us sane. (Doesn't it?)
We are all just moments pieced together
trying to make something whole.
Life is tough. Love.

Love still lingers

© 2009~SophieD


Jaqueline Cristina said...

Love is eternal, even though we are not

lettersfromlaunna said...

Amazing SophieD, Jaqueline is correct when she sais Love is eternal even though we are not. Your poetry is so very thought provoking;)

zaz zetoun mind said...

each of your poems speak to me, moves me...

thierry texedre said...

Quelle belle leçon de chose sur l'état "relationnel", notre amour est-il conditionné, nos instincts peuvent-ils déplacer ce conditionnement, le dire (général) peut-il nous rapprocher d'un amour qui serait impossible sans la parole donnée? Merci pour ce beau texte Sophie...