I walked past you today
I walked past you today,
and as my eyes fell upon your standing form
I was taken aback by your beauty, unexpected
suddenness from my peripheral vision
how your clothing hugged your slender figure
hinted at more than it revealed
and I gazed upon your frame,
falling in love with your body
stepping closer, as strangers who pass each other are wont to do
feeling my pulse quicken
at my proximity
then I looked into your eyes…
and surely fell, my footing lost, tripping off the sidewalk
into incoming traffic, within that gaze
it was so innocent and wise
my very spirit leapt within
and I swore with all my soul I was in love
I walked past you today,
wanting just to speak but I
was invisible and unknown
each step past you I so tried
to halt my momentum
but it was set
like a mile-long freight, brakes gone
with each step possible futures boiled off me
like flares from the sun
futures in which I loved you, kissed you
married you, hated you, killed you, spoke
thousands of outcomes reeling
through my unresponding body
and with each step I closed the door on hundreds more
I blazed within a pyre of lost chance
I walked further, and you looked up
making my heart skip like a stone and then sink
but you only gave me the cursory glance
that strangers afford each other
As I watched those eyes fall back
to the person you were speaking to,
I was filled with one fiery question
searing my mind with its immediacy;
Did you think these thoughts as well,
and ignore them just as ably?
Could things have been?
I walked past you today with faltering steps
slipping back into the seeming safety of anonymity
left with the aftertaste of it all
I never knew you,
doubtless I will never see you again
but know that somehow I will always be yours
at least the part of me that will forget your face in an hour,
your eyes in two, your body somewhat later, and
eventually let this whole encounter fade.
I walked past you today, cursing my inability to act
and now that is all I have














Comments
I can't even begin to explain to you how amazing this is.... this is so true about everyone. You've captured this single event so well it pains the mind to fully comprehend.
"futures in which I loved you, kissed you
married you, hated you, killed you, spoke
thousands of outcomes reeling
through my unresponding body
and with each step I closed the door on hundreds more
I blazed within a pyre of lost chance"
this here is so right on the mark it's amazing... I honestly can't count the times it's happened.
And the last Stanza.... damn, that is so unbelievably powerful. This piece will haunt me for days.
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Tragic artist?.... only thing tragic about me is my art
I think we've all been in a similar situation to that at one point in time or another, so everyone can relate to this easily.
This is a well written piece with an original concept - Those two things together make this poem one of very few truly awesome poems that get submitted to DA.
All I can say is that I wish I had half of your talent, because even with only half of it I'd still be atleast four times as talented as I am today.
Keep it up.
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It's an ugly job but some one has to do it.
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teehee!
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alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
haunt you for days? pains your mind? unbelievably ...powerful? Drew, dear friend, you could have written anything and I would have been happy. This honestly had me sitting in my chair for minutes just grinning from ear to ear.
I dont deserve it. This piece ...does not deserve it.
I have no conception of how it has affected you, but I can only thank you for your comments, it is such an honor, really. And a joy. And a push in the right direction, you know? I promise not to dissapoint you. But why did this affect you so?
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alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
Anyone who's honest with themselves can relate perfectly, I can't count the number of times I've done that again and again. This is an amazing piece of poetry because of that, it reaches out and the reader knows exactly what you want them to think about. They relate, and here it in a way and light that they could have never expressed themselves... that's the beauty of poetry, and the beauty of this piece especily.
It is well deserving of the praise I'm giving it, and don't forget that. This is an epic piece of work, deserving of being printed and shown to the masses.
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Tragic artist?.... only thing tragic about me is my art
The lines:
"with each step possible futures boiled off me
like flares from the sun
futures in which I loved you, kissed you
married you, hated you, killed you, spoke
thousands of outcomes reeling
through my unresponding body"
hit their mark righton. Everyone can relate to this happening to them to some degree whether they'll admit to it or not. Superb work with your exquisate weaving of words.
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