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Do you know me?
Because I know you.
Well I don’t really know you, but I know of your existence.
Or actually I’m more guessing, not knowing.
I think we don’t know anything for certain.
Everything is guesswork.
Maybe you know things for sure.
I wonder what that would be like.

Sometimes I feel another presence when
I walk down the street with my hands in my pockets
Or when I have a pencil in my hand trying to remember what it was exactly I wanted to write down.
Even when I’m alone in a crowd
There is a lingering feeling of not being completely abandoned.
I think that presence is you.
But then again, I’m only guessing.

They preach about you in tall, cold buildings
With fractured, coloured windows
That twist the sun’s light.
They think it’s you
But I know you’re not the sun
Since you have to be the sky
Because only the sky is everywhere
Just like you.

I laugh sometimes at the ideas that flood their simpleminded heads
But it is not a happy laugh
It’s a sad one.
I wish you would visit us, though, so I could stop guessing
But I know you can’t
You are too grand,
Too intense for our eyes to see.
I hope you know I wonder, though.

I wonder if maybe you’re the nice man who
Held the door open for me this morning
Or perhaps you are the little girl that
Handed me a daisy whilst I sat pondering over you on the train,
But you could be the mother that steered her away
From the strange teenager sitting cross-legged
On the faded blue seat.
She probably thinks I’m crazy
I guess I am.
But I don’t know,
Not for sure.

Last year I believed in nothing, especially not you.
I couldn’t comprehend why you would let Eve die
She was too good.
Oh and she worshipped you,
So much that I thought she was foolish.
Yet I know now that the only reason someone like her
Could be taken away, was if there was somewhere better.
And it may be an age-old, clichéd quote, but I truly believe
She is in a better place now.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more perplexing and more blistering
Rough winds do knock me down and I cannot get back up
And our lives’ lease hath all too short a date
Blink: and we’re gone.
I’m sure Shakespeare would agree
I’ve greatly improved his sonnet.
I mean it’s about you isn’t it?
Oh, and it’s absolutely accurate.
Undeniably so.

So thanks, I think.
For, you know, sticking by me.
Not that you had much of a choice,
But still it was nice.
Don’t be too mad when you read this,
It was written with good intentions.
Oh and could you pass on a message to Eve for me?
Tell her, I’ll see her soon.

Let me know if you got my letter
Give me a sign,
Something I’ll notice, like a sudden bolt of lightening
Or a giant graffiti reply on the wall opposite my house.
Please, I’d like to know for sure about you
I’m sick of guessing.




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RayynbowThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Sep. 13 at 8:09 pm:
I can totally relate. I like the different scenes in this and how they're so normal but made beautiful by understanding your thoughts during the regular events. Great work! C:
 
KeepLivingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Sep. 14 at 2:26 am :
Thank you for the comment! I'm glad you liked it!
 
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NetnelThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Sep. 13 at 12:44 pm:
I know this is a great poem. It is beautiful.
 
KeepLivingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Sep. 14 at 2:27 am :
Thanks! It means a lot to hear such nice feedback!
 
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obsessedwithwriting said...
Sep. 13 at 11:50 am:
Oh, wow, this is a special poem. I love it! And can I ask (just want to be sure) this is about God right? My favourite part is the Shakespeare sonnet part! So unique and clever! Oh and I love the title, it's kind of philsophical. Amazing work!
 
HeatherOliviaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
today at 10:53 am :
Thank you! It's kind of about God, but it's also kind of about everything and anything. You can draw your own conclusions. 
 
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