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blood, Caitlin Lambert, clouds, edge, interpretation, old poetry, past, sitting, space, thinking, thoughts
It’s making me seem like it’s not okay
Most of the time no one knows what to say
Standing alone in the awkward silence
The wind talking back in a deaf existence
All along I knew what really wasn’t there
Raising my head to the sky; doesn’t anybody care?
The voices all carry in one direction
Trying to get a better interpretation
All we know is what we thought we knew
My clouds in the distance turn from black to blue
A street of blood fills this place
The minds fill up with too much empty space
Pull us out of the way and make us who we are
All the tears of eternity become the stars
The sword raised as the people fall scarce
I’m sitting on the edge of what I never wanted to be there
Written by: Caitlin Lambert
poem #227
i like it…
Caitlin Lambert is that a photo of you sitting there?
sadly no. There’s some pictures of me on my father’s blog. beechcreekproject is his wordpress username. :)
she looks like imagine you.. i’ll look :)
yeah… I feel weird putting a lot of myself out there on the Internet besides my name. I don’t see the point in posting pictures when it’s more about my writing than my actual self.
i agree – i enjoy your writing very much. is that foot bridge in Oklahoma?
on the beechcreekproject blog? It might be if it’s on my Dad’s blog. My Dad’s a modern day Indiana Jones. Instead of searching for buried treasure he searches for new places to go hiking/biking. :D
i used to drive from salisaw to poteau down to broken bow… i when to college in Oklahoma centuries ago :)
thanks for telling me about your dad’s blog… i love the outdoors