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Dying to be Reborn
Sometimes the moments are like this
It's fleeting... but,
It feels more like waiting to take a piss
and less like feeling missed
I sit around and wait for the day
where we are true, not just play
Working a dead end job
for just over a buck more
than minimum wage
And I take that fleeting piss
stop biting my nails off
But it still feels like
Waiting for old enemies to die
Still waiting for that palpable movement
To see you walking towards me for the first time
And it would not be lust or infatuation
Just the fluid rushing to my eyes
Finally finding that safe place to cry.
When I see your face, it is laced with beauty
When I see your face, I see what my daughter is like
In the midst of a true bluesy day
Cigarette smoke, laughter, spilled coffee
I wait another day dying to be reborn
It's fleeting... but,
It feels more like waiting to take a piss
and less like feeling missed
I sit around and wait for the day
where we are true, not just play
Working a dead end job
for just over a buck more
than minimum wage
And I take that fleeting piss
stop biting my nails off
But it still feels like
Waiting for old enemies to die
Still waiting for that palpable movement
To see you walking towards me for the first time
And it would not be lust or infatuation
Just the fluid rushing to my eyes
Finally finding that safe place to cry.
When I see your face, it is laced with beauty
When I see your face, I see what my daughter is like
In the midst of a true bluesy day
Cigarette smoke, laughter, spilled coffee
I wait another day dying to be reborn
Published 8th Dec 2012
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11th Dec 2012 1:19am
I actually read this a few times, because I wanted to understand it more. I was only a little confused by the "lust/infatuation" and "daughter" but really, I like the rawness. Kinda played out like an old home movie, echo-y in the background. (Yeah I know echo-y is not a word)
I feel the waiting here - not really sad, not rueful or anticipating - just...waiting. I mean, that's what I got out of it.
I liked it :-)
I feel the waiting here - not really sad, not rueful or anticipating - just...waiting. I mean, that's what I got out of it.
I liked it :-)
16th Jan 2013 00:30am
I'm sorry. I usually always reply to comments, but for the longest time, I could not access my account.
I'm very glad you enjoyed it and even took the time to analyze. I write because of people like you! :)
The poem is open to interpretation.. and you've got it ;)! it's about waiting. but I wrote it about a very good friend who I talk to everyday but have not met yet. I do not have a daughter but I think that if you have a lover, you would treat them like you would want your daughter/son to be treated by someone else who vies for their affection.
Thanks for reading! :) I'm glad you liked it.
I'm very glad you enjoyed it and even took the time to analyze. I write because of people like you! :)
The poem is open to interpretation.. and you've got it ;)! it's about waiting. but I wrote it about a very good friend who I talk to everyday but have not met yet. I do not have a daughter but I think that if you have a lover, you would treat them like you would want your daughter/son to be treated by someone else who vies for their affection.
Thanks for reading! :) I'm glad you liked it.
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