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Jul 26, 2009 13:38


"After All (It Doesn't Hurt Me)"

It doesn't hurt me.
Feel free to look away,
and watch the other boys run up the hill.
It doesn't hurt me.

It doesn't hurt me.
You think that I can feel
the way you're tearing me asunder, but
it doesn't hurt me...
After all,
what would it matter?
What would it matter if my flesh was burning,
for you?
What would it matter if my ( Read more... )

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marinz July 26 2009, 21:43:24 UTC
I love how, while reading this, I get 2 kinds of vibes... one being the 'brave front' that is expressed by the words (ex. "it doesn't hurt me") and the other being the 'bitter-sweet vulnerability' betrayed by the repetitions and the 'questioning format' which lead the reader to believe that perhaps the person is trying to convince *himself* more than anybody else...
and it's the contradictory nature of these 2 aspects that makes it so captivating to read.
Also, the song-like format gives it a haunting tone which just wraps the whole thing up together.

...or at least this is my view and interpretation!
thanks for sharing, and I hope you can keep on looking at the bright side of things no matter what =)

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lungsofliquid August 1 2009, 22:57:59 UTC
OMG! I LOVE YOU!! HaHaHa!!
You get it! No one else seems to understand, they're just, "AW...that's...good?"
BUT YOU FRIGGIN' GET IT! LoL
Okay, anyway, your interpretation is spot on and fantastic! ;)

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