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I am filled · 3 August 05

I am filled
with wants, and desires, and frustrations and thoughts
and none of them can come out
or even surface for air

They twist around
perhaps touch the surface
though you can only tell if you know me well
and then, I pity you

To seem placid
is the last thing that I want
and yet I know that I do
placid, repelling, no emotion here

I am everybody’s friend
and yet, is anybody mine?
I can listen, and hear, and give and cheer
but who listens to me?

  1. I don’t want to be your friend
    I want to be your lover
    I want to fill your mind
    like I want to fill your body.

    I want to push through your shell
    and twist my fingers around your thoughts
    you can’t repell me because I’m part of you
    there are no edges of you or me

    Let me lay on your chest
    and listen to your heart race.
    — Liquid at room temperature    Aug 3, 16:00    #
  2. im a good listener…
    — .sly    Aug 4, 16:37    #
  3. Awesome blog Sarah.
    — jeff    Aug 4, 20:39    #
  4. A friend

    A friend is like a shade tree
    Beside a summer way.
    A friend is like the sunshine
    That makes a perfect day.
    A friend is like a flower
    That’s worn close to the heart.
    A friend is like a treasure
    With which one will not part.

    meghan pitts

    Sarah – open yourself up mor, unfold like the flower I feel certain you already are, just without feeling it in your heart.
    — HiPhi    Aug 5, 13:32    #
  5. There was a young man from Nantucket,
    Whose …..

    huh? not that kind of poetry?
    oh, uhhhh… sorry…. move along then…. nothing to see here.
    ~c
    — chris    Aug 11, 14:35    #
  6. I know i said this before on another site, but once again i’m surprised… sometimes you write exactly what’s on my mind..
    — KS    Sep 2, 12:43    #
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