Inside one of many small glass cells.
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Inside one of many small glass cells.
I am trapped within.
yet I am free.
This white snake
leads me towards a path
both uninhibited and unruly.
To you I stretch my palm
but all I touch is glass
and somehow
I see you.
Your breath stains the door
and yet I am but in
one white cubicle
and not in that mosaic-tiled
monstrosity with birth-barriers
planted on the wall,
a god of reality
for all you worshippers
and false priests alike.
I am here
And you are across the azure maze,
a maze of my thoughts
spiced by the anthem of Cuba
which makes me just
a tad bit morose
Because I cannot tell
nor confess but only hint
I fear you to be a bird
that flies the cage
upon seeing the honest sky.
I fear that you might
leave on a road-trip
and become a desiccated skull
on the highway of my uncertainty.
I fear that I might not
Be able to love you. -
Don't be shy. Tell us what you think of this poem.
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A bit surreal, especially the second stanza. The first stanza was a little difficult to grasp for me, but basically I think the narrator is saying he feels trapped in his own thoughts somehow and is unable to express his feelings. I don't get the reference to the white snake.
Your breath stains the door
and yet I am but in
one white cubicle
and not in that mosaic-tiled
monstrosity with birth-barriers
planted on the wall,
a god of reality
for all you worshippers
and false priests alike.
Bold part - why suddenly addressing someone else? That threw me off a bit.
I think the second stanza deals with fear of the consequences that might come from expressing his feelings.
I fear that you might
leave on a road-trip
and become a desiccated skull
on the highway of my uncertainty.
I like these lines a lot.
Very interesting read.
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/frowns
Hmm. Love in a computer lab? Heheh. -
Very closeOriginally posted by choco B:/frowns
Hmm. Love in a computer lab? Heheh.
But love is not inside..it's something else 
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somehow I get reminded of cuban cigars or some smoke or something when i read this....