Katiepants (
desertions) wrote2004-11-01 09:17 pm
A Couple Of Poems, For Your Viewing/Reading Pleasure (Yeah, Right)
I have alot to say right now, but no idea how to say it, so instead, I shall post a couple of poems I've written recently
Waiting Space
As we walk past one another
We pause, as if about to speak
But instead we both keep walking on
Each of us silently suffering
When things ended so suddenly
So much was left unsaid
It pains me that we’ve come to this
But I’m at a loss of what to do
IF I tried to talk now
I fear my words would run away
So I continue in this waiting space
Until the day finally comes
Where out friendship is no longer fake and uneasy
And we can discuss went wrong
Was it the wrong time?
The wrong way?
The wrong feelings?
The wrong us?
I fear so many of the answers
Yet I want them all the same
My Mother The Child
I realize you’re used to being a victim
You’ve been one your whole life
But could you just mature for a moment
In order to be a real mom
I shouldn’t have to censor everything
In order to protect your fragile feelings
And if I’m the child here
Why am I the one always comforting you
Mommy, can’t you see I’m tired
Of having to be the “stable” one
I hate seeing you upset
Yet taking care of you drains me
So what do I do, continue to pretend
Or maybe just turn and run from the problem
This would be easier, Mommy
If for once you were a mother and not a child
I really needed a mother, Mommy
But I got stuck with a grown up child
More when I straighten out thoughts, if I do so of course....
Waiting Space
As we walk past one another
We pause, as if about to speak
But instead we both keep walking on
Each of us silently suffering
When things ended so suddenly
So much was left unsaid
It pains me that we’ve come to this
But I’m at a loss of what to do
IF I tried to talk now
I fear my words would run away
So I continue in this waiting space
Until the day finally comes
Where out friendship is no longer fake and uneasy
And we can discuss went wrong
Was it the wrong time?
The wrong way?
The wrong feelings?
The wrong us?
I fear so many of the answers
Yet I want them all the same
My Mother The Child
I realize you’re used to being a victim
You’ve been one your whole life
But could you just mature for a moment
In order to be a real mom
I shouldn’t have to censor everything
In order to protect your fragile feelings
And if I’m the child here
Why am I the one always comforting you
Mommy, can’t you see I’m tired
Of having to be the “stable” one
I hate seeing you upset
Yet taking care of you drains me
So what do I do, continue to pretend
Or maybe just turn and run from the problem
This would be easier, Mommy
If for once you were a mother and not a child
I really needed a mother, Mommy
But I got stuck with a grown up child
More when I straighten out thoughts, if I do so of course....
