The Moth and Me

A Poem By Sarah B. // 4/25/2009

I was sitting on a bench, and I saw a moth next to me. That inspired this poem...

One night
With nothing to do
And nowhere I really needed to go
I went down and sat
On a bench
In the subway station
At night

And a greasy gray florescent bulb
Was the only light.

I sat on a bench
And on the wall
Above my head
Graffiti, in weary letters, proclaimed
Various half imagined truths
And called each other names.

And then I saw,
On the wall,
Flickering it’s feathery quills at me,
There sat a moth
And I looked at him
And so, of course, he looked at me
And so we sat there
And we stared at each other
And the night went by

And then the sun
Rose with a sigh.

The sun rose
The traffic increased
The subway trains came alive again
Everyone rushing to and fro...
Everyone, that is, except me
And the moth.
We sat there still
Looking at each other
I looked at him
And he looked at me
And we sat like that
In the subway station

And above our heads
Rushed a busy nation.

The sun faded
The crowds ceased.
The subway station
Emptied mostly,
Except for the moth
And me.
The trains still ran,
Like ghosts trains they ran,
Not realizing the people were gone.
And the moth and I sat there
And all through the night

The neon signs
Were our only light.

Frozen at midnight,
I shivered, and woke,
And wondered where I was.
I looked up and saw the moth
Still staring at me,
At if he’d seen thousands more like me
And knew that one day, I,
Like them,
Would be gone.
And I was afraid of his eyes...

“Cold here,” I ventured.
“So’s the world,” he replied.



This has gotta be one of my favorite poems, like, ever. There's something that really strikes me about it, and it's kind of creepy.... really, really good. :)
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"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you would have appeared to them otherwise."
--The Duchess

Hannah W. | Mon, 04/27/2009

Really? O_O Thanks! I

Really? O_O Thanks! I thought, when I first wrote it, that it was just really weird and random and kind of depressing... but everyone seems to like it! :D

Sarah B. | Mon, 04/27/2009

I like it too. The moth

I like it too. The moth talking at the end was interesting.


"We never need to be economical in our imaginations, thank heaven."
-Anne Blythe, "Anne of Ingleside"

KatieSara | Mon, 04/27/2009


"Are all humans like this? So much bigger on the inside?"

Really fantastic! You're a

Really fantastic! You're a very talented poet =)

-Erin (One who obsessively watches American Idol).....(Love you Adam!).....(Allison and Danny are cool too).....READ THE QUOTE, IT'S AWESOME! Lol....

"I'm like your boy next door who decided that he wanted to be a rebel one day. So.. I'm a nice rebel." -Adam Lambert (*Melts)

E | Tue, 04/28/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Even though it IS somewhat

Even though it IS somewhat depressing, I still love it. [I have a weird fascination with the dreary and depressing and morbid. :P] Very, very well done.
"Sing as if no one is listening;
Dance like no one is watching;
Live as if you will die tomorrow;
Love like it will never hurt."
-Old Irish Saying

Clare Marie | Tue, 04/28/2009

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Wow. I love it. Really,


I love it. Really, really love it.
I'm lost. I've gone to look for myself. If I should return before I get back, please tell me to wait.

Anna | Thu, 04/30/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

It's wierd at the end, but I

It's wierd at the end, but I love it. Kind of creepy and foreboding.

On a totally different subject, Sarah hasn't gotten your section yet, and we're all frantically waiting!!!

"California", he said, "is a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she's on top of the world, not knowing that she's dying, not believing it even when you show her the marks." - Motorcycle Boy, from S.E. Hinton's 'Rumble Fish"

Bridget | Sat, 05/30/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya


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