Originally Written June 23, 2010
A collabo between Allias and I on fb chat. Its two poems at once meshed into each other. You can also read them separately and it still works.
Allias - italics
Blondie - Bold
if only I could draw her attention, yet I'm so caught up in apprehension my soul fights my mind causing inner tension, all at the mention of her name
Famous she is. And I sit envious. Wishing that instead of she it was me. Me that he was wanting and hoping for. I smile and speak to her as jealousy slips of my tounge
Tounge tied and stupefied, I stare, in awe of how much she makes we want to care, all the while her demeanor care...less. Wondering if she even knows I exist
Existing behind her in her shadows. I have no choice but to lurk. My vision is distorted by her. I look at others cross-eyed. Vexed. Wondering why they stare at me funny
Funny how I always joked about those sprung brothers, those by-the-collar hung brothers, so willing to give away their life and love for this so-called "one delivered from above" and yet
And yet the one I seem to love is bound by seams to her. Cross stitched and latticed. I want to be the Reaper. Grim in thoughts. And tear the two apart.
A part of my life. MY life. I caught my self wide open, completely changed all I know when she came to me and we became one and one became two ready to begin anew
Anew plan every day I devised. Kept notebooks of blueprints then revised. Tweaked and sneaked. At last my plan was complete. There can be no shadows in the dark.
Dark is once where I resided, her heart is where I now confide in, souls intertwined out and inside and pushing out foolish loneliness and pride so that now, I can live in the beauty that is and always will be, mine
Mine is what he will be. I know I seem devious but no one knows my side. Continuously playing side kick to a face loaded in mascara. Powdered with beauty. And catching the eye of all in her path. Not knowing her true self. Her rath. Her ugliness. And her deceit.
Her happiness, her pain, and her joy. I'll take it all.
I'l take it all away from her. And she'll finally know what it means to be me...
what it means to be free to give all of yourself
To be free from the black outline casted upon a side walk or wall
the wall that was around my heart will now come crashing down
Her fame will come crashing down around her. Such a Surreal Life
Such a Surreal Life.
© Lyrically Poetic
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