Je T'aime
by
Sam Hackel-Butt
(Age: 19)
copyright 09-22-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Mon meilleur ami, my best friend, I just want to let you know that we may be worlds apart, or even just inches, or maybe even not, but I can still feel the icy ache of my heart shattering into fragments too small to see, or collect. Scattered in countless places, pictures of millions of faces I pass, searching for the one that I think is you. Are you the man with the goatee, trying to coax a child from the car to go into the shopping center? Are you the boy who has fallen and skinned his knee, staring and turning his head for aid, yet trying to cover his red, watery eyes and tear streaked face? Are you the one who said no when I…
No, let’s not go there. I surrendered once; don’t make me do it again! Please, leave me be with my haunted thoughts and the words I’ll never get in return, for I fear there is no love in the world. Why didn’t I cry? Why wasn’t I able to not let go? Why the hell did I shrug it off as nothing? Is this what every heartbreak is? … Nothing? So insignificant was it at first that I stalked around blindly, waiting for you to run after me and speak the words I’ve never heard before? Hope has died. Its new address is 6 feet under in the nearest cemetery. Oh, give me wings to fly so I can once again touch the face of the moon, and remain, so I can always feel like I did when I first realized, it was you, mon meilleur ami that I…
NO! Pas encore, not again! I smile. I laugh. I made a fool of myself, and for what? For that which is often concealed in confusion, for maybe it’s all in our minds? Only figments of images, and stray emotion we can’t place, nor realize when it began because it never did. A comforting thought, though it doesn’t stop this icy fist pressing against the walls of this empty space where my heart used to reside. Now, all I have is teary eyes, and rejected words on my lips.
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Scary...there wasn't one word in French here that I didn't know. O.O Meh is not only drilling grammar into me, but French too! Well, now that Meh, Jordan, and you both incorporated French in normal conversation it's probably for the better. -.-
Anyway, I liked the flow of this poem along with the ideas and the haunting feeling that remains with the reader. Question: how much Evanescence were you listening to when you wrote this...? I didn't find any errors here, so I congratulate you on another poem well done.
The first stranger on the path of love is not the one. After walking over many mountains and learning every sad lesson in the book you are ready for love And when you meet one like that on your path, you're both ready for each other. I Loved immensely the fine imagery and the feeling and emotion that jumps right out at the reader. The reading and grammar were good.
To touch so many points in image and feel, unbelievable, question view and thought. Perception, If I had not read your bio, I would have passed off as coincidence, a delve into many philosophical queries. Good use of mind triggers, historical and religious tributes in a modern day presentation. I applaud loudly.. Walt
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