La Verita
I am a half kuwaiti/half american girl living in Kuwait.
I am perpetually suspended in the granite hollow that fills the space between two worlds...
Not quite who I am, not quite who I want to be... Cat-lover, poet, music-nut.
I currently hold a PHD in both BS and Smartass. In short, I pitch my tent in the median of life..
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
An Almost Poetic Rain
The beauty of your penmanship
continues to amaze me ;
hand & pen
move (Silently)
as one
and it's been so long since I've written a decent poem
This void (so cliché') pushes my insides out
humming, expanding
my creativity has gone into hibernation
I've been hungrily consuming every book on my shelves
It's a defense mechanism ;
I do it to try to convince myself
that I haven't lost that part of me
The me that is passionately in love with language
The me that finds solace in books
and genuine romance
only in poems of the classics
And I wish I could lick up the excesses of your Type-A personality
Like the cold, wet drippings of an ice cream cone
your sensibilities numbing my teeth
I'm starting to forget I'm alive
My soul has raised its defenses
my heart has cowered behind its walls
The quiet voices that used to whisper to me
that used to vibrate my being
have grown silent
And now my hands
just like yours
can't even comprehend the poem that lays
in breaking open an orange...
__________________________________________________________________________
-Layla
continues to amaze me ;
hand & pen
move (Silently)
as one
and it's been so long since I've written a decent poem
This void (so cliché') pushes my insides out
humming, expanding
my creativity has gone into hibernation
I've been hungrily consuming every book on my shelves
It's a defense mechanism ;
I do it to try to convince myself
that I haven't lost that part of me
The me that is passionately in love with language
The me that finds solace in books
and genuine romance
only in poems of the classics
And I wish I could lick up the excesses of your Type-A personality
Like the cold, wet drippings of an ice cream cone
your sensibilities numbing my teeth
I'm starting to forget I'm alive
My soul has raised its defenses
my heart has cowered behind its walls
The quiet voices that used to whisper to me
that used to vibrate my being
have grown silent
And now my hands
just like yours
can't even comprehend the poem that lays
in breaking open an orange...
__________________________________________________________________________
-Layla
12:59
Comments:
hahahahaha! maybe u give me a little inspiration and I'll write one! :P or how about u take off with the story and write another installment? :P
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hahahahaha! maybe u give me a little inspiration and I'll write one! :P or how about u take off with the story and write another installment? :P
