You have the power to walk right up and
without pausing for any scrutiny
you lay your bare hand right where
no one else could ever touch me.
You find where no armor can cover.
You can effortlessly reach my most tender.
You hold my heart and I can only tremble.
My ordinary defenses,
they are nothing.
My strength,
dissolves,
an illusion.
I am completely vulnerable.
I am not scared of love,
I am frightened by that power.
Part of me longs
for you to crush me
Justify my defensiveness.
Prove just how important it is to guard,
never allow anyone to get
too close.
You have the power to awaken
my first fear.
Falling back.
Desperation.
I cling to doubt,
a life-preserver in a tumultuous sea.
I love you.
I better understand that I will love you
for all the days of this life.
As I come near to you
I come near to the sun.
You warm me
and melt me all together.
and yet, you really do allow people to get close to you. your better at it than most. hence the poem. you seem to be very honest…a great quality (perhaps necessary) for a poet.
You give me great respect. I strive towards honesty, and I go pretty far, but sometimes I get caught up in glamour. Yeah, honesty is one of the essences of a substantial poet.
Actually the girl who inspired this poem has probably done the most to help me be open to others. I was much more closed off when I first met her. (That was almost ten years ago.)
Old_Gobbo
Oh yeah. The Dark Tower Series is some of King’s best work. It is the key to his whole body of writings. It has informed my imagination since I was around twelve years old. Plus now that the series is actually complete there are even more reasons to start it. It often felt as if he would die before it was complete. There is some great storytelling magic, and King suggests far more than he ever displays which opens up the imagination of the reader as few other books could. Plus it is an interesting argument for the power of everyday redemption.
xanderman, “power” does not exist.
What controls your body, you call “powerful”?
But if nothing was controlling your body, your body would control itself, thus would your body be “powerful” at that time?
She does not control you.
Your belief that she exists, and your belief in what she is, controls you, thus you are controlling yourself, by believing in the existence of someone or something else, then reacting to that belief.
If power doesn’t exist, there neither does anything else, including me. This word “power” is just a description. Don’t take it too far.
Of couse she doesn’t control me. She has a unique capacility to influence me.
I have never been impressed by metaphysical solipsism, but if thats your focus, then I guess you are stuck there forever. Read No. 44 or the Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain
Odd. I would think that you would be drawn to write poetry. It seems like a natural fit. It is careful, delicate, and enigmatic, rather a bit like you.
Well writing in general, I have a problem with. Everyone who reads my work has said they think my writing is good, but I still can’t get passed the self doubt. I’ve never been proud of my writing, except for maybe 2 or 3 times I can remember being satisfied with my work.
Also, I really haven’t tried much in the way of writing poetry. I’ve started a few, but I never finish any of them. I working on writing more, I hope to finish something that I feel confident enough in to it post here.
Go ahead and risk making mistakes while you can. You have plenty of time to work towards excellence. Sometimes the only way to find out how to do something better is to do it far less than perfectly and then keep working at it.
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