"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Portfolio Twa--Juno=your face?
Monday, January 7, 2008

Every change in pitch
Once the beat swings
Mine hastens
Trips over itsself

The prick of each hair
Skin becomes eerily sensitive
The swell is infectious
Yet
My muscles tighten

Wrenched
To the edge of my seat
Stiff to the point of
Creaking joints
Creepy kid

Finally I can stand
Sway and
Hold myself up
Appear Human

Clap my palms raw
For the encore
Count on
Seeing you again and--hopefully--
Touching you

Yes, I know itsself is not a word. Seuss me? (sue me. I'm lame.)
okay. peacing out now. going to distract myself. ah..a word.

Emily

Posted byEm
at3:16 PM

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2 comments:

emilea said...

i love that. but i just...love it. i just don't have words. it's so perfect, it so captures the moment. i mean, it's just...perfection. immaculate. love it. love you.

haven't seen juno. heard that some parts aren't called for, but in general a good film. yea?

heart you,

emilea

January 8, 2008 at 4:35 PM  
Caroline said...

Juno is incredible...
and so is this poem.
And so are all of your poems.
Can't wait to see you this summer- hopefully.
I mean, hopefully I'LL be there, because this just proves that you would be, without question.
:D
<3 Caroline

January 11, 2008 at 4:03 PM  

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