Not Unusual

[HopperWolf]

You think I don’t know you,

I do,

I know how you sit on your window sill,

Or walk the edge of a bridge.

How you stare into waters and follow the swells,

And think on what you did.

I know you threw yourself at him, or her,

The only way to lose what was in your head.

I know that music has flowed, pulling you under,

Lying still on your bed.

You think I don’t know you,

I do,

I know myself.

[Sorciere]

I really like this, it flows beautifully for me and is very deep, quite an insight, into myself.

[Salinye]

Hopper, I personally feel this is an excellent piece! Although, I personally have never been in that particular situation, I can fully empathize with knowing the feeling of watching someone you care about make the same mistakes you have.

 

You know exactly how they feel, even though they think no one does. You just want to reach out and make them understand how much you DO understand. I can very much empathize with this poem.

 

I like the personal feel it has to it. It's a poem probably most people can relate to.

 

Great job!!

 

~Salinye

Edited July 15, 2003 by Salinye

[Justin Silverblade]

You wanna know where I took it when I read it? It was very interesting actually, before I read Salinye's comment, and then I realized how great the tool of interpretation can be. No wrong answers in Art, they say. Thank goodness!

 

I took it as the speaker was LITERALLY talking to themselves. Take a person, split their personality, and have them pose the question to themselves: Who am I?

 

A question most (I dare-say all) of us meet at some point. And this was the answer. "You [or I] don't know who I am!" "You [or I] don't know me!"

 

I perhaps read this because I have been faced with this very question recently - how well do I know myself? Do I know who I am? etc, etc. It's conclusion also bring real hope, and satisfaction. Or, at the least, closure.

 

A great piece. Thank you for sharing.

 

- Justin