KarMel Scholarship 2008

 

Poem

“Somehwere Close to Souls”

By Noah Schnaubelt

 

 

 

Desciption of Submission: “Somewhere Close to Souls is a poem in which I tried to sum up the insanity and complexity of the feelings I had been struggling with for one of my best friends for probably 8 years, at least. I loved him so deep,  in so many ways more than   a friend, but kept it all inside.” - Noah

 

 

 

 

It's kind of amazing

how this feeling never goes away.

Oh sure, it fades sometimes,

slips off silently like a cat out the back door,

prowls around in the distant subconscious backyard which

sometimes seems more like a subconscious battleground

as the mind mauls itself wishing.

 

This feeling hangs in the echoing cries

unsaid behind eyes that linger,

eyes that trail up legs and arms,

past your chest and to your head

where that smile still stands out.

 

That smile that i've known for years

and those eyes that i've wished for the chance to look into.

Our brown and blue put together

could equal the whole god damned world.

Or so this feeling tells me,

every time i think of you.

 

And sure, it rests sometimes,

dives behind boulders of present responsibility

and signposts of immediate life directions,

and it hides in houses where there's boxes full

of new friends and old friends

and new works and fresh thoughts and dreams

and this feeling gets lost for a little while,

slips aside as life just keeps its

pebble-rolling course through the tide.

 

But this feeling

never really goes away.

It can't seem to be forgotten

can't seem to be shaken off

or let loose after a couple weeks like

these other couple puppy love crushes

of the moment.

 

No,

this feeling has shown itself time and time again

because you're special my friend,

we're special,

and after eight years and counting

i'm still struggling to draw the fucker out.

 

I love you.

 

You're my brother, and my buddy.

My undiscovered lover

and my dreamer and my friend.

You've given me more inspiration

than an ancient tomb of Zen.

You've been idolized, revered,

placed on a pedestal and then

i cried because i never told you how i cared

 

And this feeling,

it creeps in every time i see your face,

and sometimes instead of creeping

it'll storm into my heart like a hurricane,

it'll blast me with a force so strong

i'm blown away because i want

to hug you deeper than the ocean knows,

and longer than the stars can glow

and harder still.

I want to drill so close to you my friend

that our souls become one.

 

Or you know, at least until they tickle each other.

Cause you're my brother.

My buddy,

my left-side grown-up young-man

deep deep down true friend.

Or at least you will be maybe

when i can start to speak to you again.

 

Cause this feeling?

It's been so strong sometimes

that i'm terrified to touch,

let alone to say.

 

But i sill believe we're the same

in so many god damn ways that it's incredible,

and we're both unstoppable

except when we don't act ourselves.

 

And so i'm here finally to be myself,

and to tell you that i love you, in more ways

than the woods we've run through could believe,

in more directions than the stars could twinkle

and this feeling?

 

It comes and goes and

i know there's nothing i can do anymore

except to say i miss you.

 

My brother,

my buddy.

My long-time forever friend,

i care for you like

all we silly humans do

and a thousand loves,

a thousand hugs

and i just wish you and me

could be closer once again.

 

 

 

 

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