Can you hear me?

[Alisaura]

Did you hear me when I called?
(though I never made a sound)
Have you seen behind my wall?
(do you even know it?s there?)
Will you answer my cry?
Can you see me asking why?

Why don?t you know the stories
that I would never tell?
Why haven?t you tried to look
behind my darkened veil?
Why don?t you ask me how I feel
and ask again when I lie?
Why don?t you wonder
what I write that I won?t show?
why I listen to songs you?d rather not know?
Don?t you remember the times I finally cried
where you could see?
Why don?t you ask me what I?m thinking
when my eyes are dark and distant?
Would you insist if I refused?
Would I tell you even then?

?Your mind is lined with layers of lead ?
Have you heard one thing that I?ve said??

Do you know me at all?
('I should know you better now...')

..............
Self-absorbtion? Paranoia? who knows... It's never up to ME is it... *insert wry-smiley here*



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if you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
maybe you can hear them talking like I do...
(Icehouse - Great Southern Land)

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[BabyGrace]

Ali, I feel like that a lot *belongs in zoo confessionals*

thanks for that poem...no not paranoia, no, not self-absorption, everyone's just human

and it's so difficult sometimes, when a relationship is not open. you're left blind, in the dark, guessing, and very often scared.
you did an excellent job of capturing that...

oh and sorry but the quoting left me giggling...that's such a hockey song:
"turn around he's on his back hand
don't wanna tangle with you, I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in..."

please tell me that's not hockey!

[This message has been edited by BabyGrace (edited 05-28-2001).]

 

[DancingBarefoot]

I can really relate to this, Ali. Sometimes I have to remind myself that my husband does not have ESP and I shouldn't expect him to. I have complex feelings and emotions and he seems so simple. Not one to delve into inner feelings you know. Not one to ask the questions and say the things you wish he would. But, it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to know or is oblivious. (Sometimes he asks and I probably make him wish he didn't in one way or another!) He's just a completely different human being. If he were more like me, I probably wouldn't like him anyway.

I don't know how much this has to do with where your poem came from, but that's where it sent me. Great piece of work!

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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**