The best part is that I got some of my friends to critique it. Wanna critique it too? E-Mail it.

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Change		3/8/2001

the curves
are in my eyes
and i sit with them, alone
looking upon them
we are distant, forever

so i turn my back
to the sunlight
to the clouds that i see
rolling in to me
to face them, alone

the skies, foreboding
the only empathy i will know
the blackness above me
it does not weep for me
so dark, so free

i reach the end
scared but untouched
the skies, they brighten
and only then
do they cry.

Analyses:

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i would say that this illustrates the difficulty in being distanced from
someone you shouldn't be so detached from...being near in a physical sense
is not near enough.  there's trepadation about turning away from that
situation, and while going thru the darkest part of it all, it seems ok,
but it's all going to blow up sooner or later perhaps...  at first glance
the poem seemed self defeating to me, i guess in a sense it's also
hopeful...getting out of the situation...not getting caught up in the 'fury
of the storm' maybe, but there will be that aftermath...hopefully it's
lesser at the end, in the clear...

	-- Aleyna Vaughan

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"the curves
are in my eyes"

explaining the mental image burned to the brain like a brand to the body.

Identifying choices in life, to turn away from all that is good for the lack
of one specific desire or psychological need. And the resolution of the soul
when the skys lighten and the cleansing begins ...the rains symbolizing the
cleansing process of tears.

	-- Valerie Kroetch