Josh I
Author: Your Melody


He tries not to let us notice
almost as if he doesn't want us to care
The boy in the room across from me
seems so unwanted
so unlikeable
so readable
He dresses in black every day
though sometimes a little glimmer
of crimson will peek out from under his left sleeve
I don't know what to say to him
that will make him understand
Why when he has nothing
does he want even less than that?


Comments on this poem/writing:

Megan ( -- Monday, December 20 2004, 11:23 pm

such a great poem.

Oh wow, this is amazing. I like how it all falls together.
YM ( -- Thursday, December 23 2004, 06:21 pm

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Thanks a bunch megan. I didn't think it was actually gonna come together, but i guess it did just fine
J Freedom Long ( -- Friday, December 24 2004, 01:20 am

Very Deep

Thanks so much..Melody...probing words about so many who have the facade yet cannot hide that passion with that little bit of red slipping from the black sleeve...deep imagery of so much more..the last two lines are sad... evoke a fearful or uncaring man....or maybe one more caring than realized?...thanks ...Jerry
Your Melody ( -- Saturday, January 1 2005, 07:33 pm


Wow...:), you got it, square on the head. thank you...Nicole
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