The Observer

I am an observer
A watcher.
I watch your movements.
Watch your change.
Pay careful attention to how you're never the same.
One minute you're them.
The other
They.
But your soul never changes.
No matter the day.
Cold as ice.
Hard as stone.
Black as pitch .
While remaining smooth as bone.
Your sins cannot be counted.
But neither can mine.
In fact they probably could.
I just don't have the time.

I want to be you.
I will not lie.
I try
And try.
But I never succeed.
And I always cry
I am just me.
A sorry girl.
Living in a tumbling down world.
I am the one ounce of normalicy
That some'll never fine.
But above all
I am a waste of time.
I am just an observer.
I am the observer.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yet another poem that I wrote during one of my Science teachers' lectures...

SSmoothie's picture

Observers make the best

Onservers make the best writers especially Greek observers poetry is in the blood. Some excellent  lines though it could flow a little  better. Great rhymes bravo! Siharitireia SS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

Carcass's picture

Welcome to the writing in

Welcome to the writing in innapropriate places club!

Sorcerers.Apprentice.'s picture

I have a feeling that this

I have a feeling that this shouldn't be so hard to understand, but what do you mean?


a.D.h

Carcass's picture

I mean like you write where

I mean like you write where you probably are not supposed to / should be paying attention or doing other things in public places.

allets's picture

Inappropriate Places Club

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multiple interpretations 1. We are irreverent 2. Poets are all over the spaces in ideas and executions that tend toward the risqué 3. All my shit is inappropriate why else chose poetry to express said shit 4. No space can contain us 5. We walk on clouds or stroll thru hell depending on our mood 6. More a rogue gang than a club. 7.  Write it here and poets may reply in personal metaphor. 

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About the poem: 8. words are more useless when the road is full of stones. ~ Lady A ~


 

 

SSmoothie's picture

Amen!

Amen!


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."