Sitting On The Rooftop

Sitting on the Rooftop

I find myself stooped on a shelf.
The entire world to see,
but quite contrary –
(converse I’d say)

Never seen, never heard.
Told quite often, “how absurd.”
(prosperous thoughts indeed)

Hearing,
Feeling,
Seeing –
Differently.
Aching; just to be me.
(a moment of pause?)

Looking down on all the roads,
Sitting high, Iā€™m so cold.
Understanding nothing here,
Waiting for my life of cheer.
(jauntiness to flap my skin)

Distance between two worlds, I feel.
Wanting more to know, what is real.
(not easy to keep up this masquerade)

Sitting on the rooftop,
Watching people go by
No one ever stopped,
not even to say “hi.”
(legs dangling for all to see,
no one took notice, they walked right by me.)

(I found this in one of my folders. 9/21/2009)

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9 Responses to Sitting On The Rooftop

  1. shafiqah1 says:

    Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
    Converse sneakers *hot*, and converse emotions, the picture and the poem are great together. Excellent Work šŸ˜‰

  2. prewitt1970 says:

    Part of the reason I tell people to look up.

  3. Sanah says:

    My mother finds it very strange when I sit for hours on the rooftop.
    It feels exhilarating yet so lonely.

    • Sanah, wow! I thought I was the only one who did that. I haven’t in years, but when I used to live in an area that had high rise apartments I would go to the top of them alone and sit and write, or just star at the sky. šŸ™‚

      “It feels exhilarating yet so lonely.” I agree! (My mom found many of the things I did (do) strange. She finds humor in it now.)

  4. Colourfade says:

    Simple,beautifully written with the feelings preserved in it…

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