Fwd: Three of my compositions for Poetry Night

[mari]

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From: Nick Neutron <nickne...@gmail.com>
Date: Mon, Nov 1, 2010 at 10:00 PM
Subject: Three of my compositions for Poetry Night
To: mari <mary...@gmail.com>


I Write

Elation, emotion and nervousness
Thoughts in my head disappear
Becoming light, they take flight
Into nothingness
As I struggle to find words

Conversations, apprehension and reticence
Thoughts of you remain
They converge overwhelmingly
I lose the battle for control
Watching vulnerability unbuild my being

Separation, reminiscence and longing
Are my old friends, they shall stay
When you will go away
Go your own way
Leaving me behind

Completion, clarity and serenity
I need, but remain crippled by an inability
To express, to speak
When love is out of reach
I laugh, I cry, I write.

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Would You

Would you ever like me... in that way?

I know I'm not the best out there

Yet you talk
To me
You say you've never met anyone like me
You say you like my crazy streak

I say I love being crazy

Then I wonder how to go about
Impressing you

Teenage antics
I laugh

Have I ever told you that I love the sound of your voice... I dare not

You're so beautiful and I'm... not

But that's not all there is. It's more than skin and bones.

It's something deeper, yet peripheral

I want not to mention,
The ways of the world

I am not who I am

You are yourself
Or so it seems, I hope
You are not

Then we could be

If only you would like me...
Want me

I want you so

I know not if this is for real
Or if it is just that usual game played
By my heart
With other hearts
And with myself

But I know I am sad
Right now... I am sad

That's what matters
Right now... you matter
Right now to me, you do

Would you ever like me... in that way?

How could you ever like me... in that way?

You wouldn't ever like me... that way.

Would you?

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Untitled

Her voice resonates, echoes, reverberates
Between my ears and in my mind
Like a draught through an open window
In the still of a moonless night
Like a phantasma of a forsaken past, lurking
In the shadow of tomorrow's light
Will she ever retrace her footsteps?
Will I ever again hear her laugh?

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Much love,
Nick a.k.a. Neha.