this is me

[Hannibal]

Kinda caught me at a weird angle. Most of your poetry does however. But this one was kinda weird. I dont know why, but I get the idea of huge religious undetertones lying throughout the poem. Like your God or something, but at the same time, your not. Strange, but that's what I kinda got a feeling for as I read it. I'm probably way off, but isn't that poetry?

[parch]

walking stray as slow visions caress my inside eyes, walking slow as stray people brush my weary skin - and i pass along the route to heaven sinking, just trying to make it with air in my lungs. i am the sound i cannot hear. and the friends for fears i keep close to me won't hold me tight forever, won't hold my head up high, won't help me see the path ahead for i must go alone. i am the eyes i cannot see. so afraid of what's to pass my way and who will see my sign, so tired in the night. i know the water waiting won't ever cease this feeling. i know the shuddering i enact at night, and mid day - traveling in heavy beast... i know it won't stop this week or the next. and i wait for something else. and i wait for something to smooth into me like light smiles on rainy nights. this is me walking. this is me.
enemies
will you be mine
will you take me forever
enemies
will you join me
will you make me your lover
this is me.. i am over the sky, carrying my ego to fall on other cities, and i can't see the clouds.
and i wait for joy abundance but only see you - people running, dying in every day life, trying to make ends meet. you push each other round for spit and folly but you don't care. you don't care.
and i wait for heaven's call but only see me - trying to hold it together for you all, this is me. and i push you down with every step because i have forgotten, i have ridden too long. this is me.
so sweat we all do and work till next day hoping, trying to find our existance in a smile - but it's not real anymore. ever since the childish days when we learned to play feeble for fools, it faded away..
is this another dream?
is this another you and another me walking with trophies of life held high?
is this another ocean?

this is me.

[Branflakes]

I particularly liked the first paragraph. Good imagery.

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