Window Seat Theatrics

by Justin Groft   Apr 13, 2005


We sat behind a window that peered into the world,
where every mind passed by
with no intentions or reservations.
The bicyclist with the gender confused frame
and the coffee cups with gods hand in the grinds;
they were all on the same plane.
Every one of us were balanced
precariously on the same branches,
and we all waited to be knocked off
by the same breaths of wind.
The sun played hide and seek in the rain,
and little acid diamonds twinkled in its shy light.
I saw one or two bounce into your eyes
and i wished that it was me dancing in your visions,
That i hadn't had to tell you
what i cant figure out myself.
I understood the glances you shot,
those looks of sustained distemper.
But i cant figure out
why you stayed with me on these branches,
waiting to fall in the first storm we flirt with.
But those diamonds in your eyes; cast or stone,
fell beneath anything i could imagine as life.
Landed somewhere just short of the moon,
When i took you in my arms,
and felt myself lost in your stare,
i could've sworn id never leave the moment behind me.
But with each little beating of those diamonds in your eyes,
id recognize what already is, and begin to descend.

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  • 18 years ago

    by No Motiv?

    "The bicyclist with the gender confused frame"...what a great line (it made me smile)!

    Brilliance shines throughout your poems. I would comment on every poem, but I don't want to be one to over-do the already done (Like I haven't tried to flatter you enough already, right?).

  • 18 years ago

    by Kris Lynn

    Wow....

    When I finished reading that one....
    I had to take a second to come back into reality. That was beautiful!

    ~*~Christina Lynn~*~

  • 18 years ago

    by Justin Groft

    Thanks so much for that one. It is way more hidden then what i wanted it originally, but i could never figure out exactly what to do to fix that. I guess the story is, and maybe this will clear up the ending, i was literally sitting in a coffee shop at about 530; sunrise. I was sitting in the "theatre" seats out on a side street, just spying all these things as they walked by. I was there talking to someone who i had found myself in a very bad relationship, which started from a very simple kiss. I was telling her everything i needed to say, and it was going horribly. Someone you really cared about, you know? Just never in that way, etc, etc,etc,. The last line is about literally falling, in love, into depression, whichever, just the idea, that all these things i was witnessing were swallowing me, and i was taking it all in, and just being completely swamped.

  • 18 years ago

    by undying blusher

    super original piece. fascinating perspective here...the first time i read it i found it a sort of odd place to end...but i read it again, and it makes more sense.

    "id recognize what already is, and begin to descend."

    I'm trying to figure out this line, and to be correct I t think it'd have to say: "I'd recognizeD what already WAS, and begAn to descend." But who knows, it is 6:02 AM and I've been up all night. Or "I recognize what already is, and begin to descend." I'm trying to remember verb tenses and such, and i'm just gonna shut up now. Lovely work.

    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by LAST RONIN

    A little confusing and hard to fallow, I read it a few time, I think if you add a little flow it will be a very good poem.

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