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I carry you with me like a love I don't have transparent as tears in my eyes just the appearance of a glossy finish the inclination that there quite possibly is more than can be seen.
My lack of something so seemingly accessible causes you to reference trajedy as if Shakespeare had no clue.
The candles held to our conversations in the strict confidence of your absence cannot withstand such changes in weather casual observers think I'm crazy I think I am fullfilling my inherent will to give.
So to you my ghostly companion I send my love in envelopes to mailboxes that own houses I've never seen.
The resident that has grown into necessity will someday resemble humanity and I avoid the thinking that will lead me to the conclusion that the gravity of your absence would sink me into the earth.
Will you sleep in the flowers people bring to me?
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,this has to be my favorite piece i've read here. unbelievable job. it is tragic and beautiful, it has instincts and character and so much more. i think you may have prompted me to start writing poetry again, so thank you for that. but more importantly, thanks for this amazing piece of poetry
My friend Nig was hands down the best friend I ever had. We met through mutual friends at a very pivotal time in my life. Only catch was, he was in Connecticut, and I was in California. We talked every day, and he is the only person that knew the full story of my life from about 2001-2005. I held back nothing with that kid.
We would talk either on IM or phone for literally hours everyday. He could effortlessly entertain. For example: Picture an upper class white kid calling random phone numbers and rapping to whomever answered on the other end. This was Nig. And none of it was contrived.
He did a few months in jail summer of 02 and I sent him letters almost every day. From that point on, his mailbox became a recepticle for my words, pictures, and whatever else would fit in an envelope. To the extent that I felt closer with him than anyone in my circle. And we'd never even been face to face.
This was written before we had our novel meeting in Grand Central Station before MSG II 03. He finally became tangible. It was the best day ever, for many reasons. It would be our only day.
He died October 1, 2005 and the title "I Love a Ghost" became painfully accurate. And his absence held more gravity than I could have ever anticipated. His mom sent me the necklace he was wearing in the picture below, as well as pictures of him, and the letters I'd sent.
At least I know he knew that I loved him.
It was a connection that didn't logically make sense. But such is life. He is missed, and I can only hope to see him again. He is with me everyday, even as little things like the sound of his voice and his quick wit fades. Again, such is life.
Proximity has nothing to do with love. The unseen is real.
Joined: Tue Nov 30, 2004 5:09 pm Posts: 10478 Location: Pittsburgh Gender: Male
Reading that, and then going back to your poem and re-reading that, it puts everything into perspective. Very well done, and I remember you telling me about him a while ago, and again, I'm very sorry for your loss.
Joined: Tue May 30, 2006 2:48 pm Posts: 3115 Location: Edinburgh/Lincoln, UK
PaperNapkinNotes wrote:
I carry you with me like a love I don't have transparent as tears in my eyes just the appearance of a glossy finish the inclination that there quite possibly is more than can be seen.
My lack of something so seemingly accessible causes you to reference trajedy as if Shakespeare had no clue.
The candles held to our conversations in the strict confidence of your absence cannot withstand such changes in weather casual observers think I'm crazy I think I am fullfilling my inherent will to give.
So to you my ghostly companion I send my love in envelopes to mailboxes that own houses I've never seen.
The resident that has grown into necessity will someday resemble humanity and I avoid the thinking that will lead me to the conclusion that the gravity of your absence would sink me into the earth.
Will you sleep in the flowers people bring to me?
Fantastic! The stanzas i put in bold are particularly killer.
I carry you with me like a love I don't have transparent as tears in my eyes just the appearance of a glossy finish the inclination that there quite possibly is more than can be seen.
My lack of something so seemingly accessible causes you to reference trajedy as if Shakespeare had no clue.
The candles held to our conversations in the strict confidence of your absence cannot withstand such changes in weather casual observers think I'm crazy I think I am fullfilling my inherent will to give.
So to you my ghostly companion I send my love in envelopes to mailboxes that own houses I've never seen.
The resident that has grown into necessity will someday resemble humanity and I avoid the thinking that will lead me to the conclusion that the gravity of your absence would sink me into the earth.
Will you sleep in the flowers people bring to me?
this is gorgeous. you bring me to tears. last stanza is devastating.
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,this has to be my favorite piece i've read here. unbelievable job. it is tragic and beautiful, it has instincts and character and so much more. i think you may have prompted me to start writing poetry again, so thank you for that. but more importantly, thanks for this amazing piece of poetry
