I've been feeling kinda down the last few days, so I wrote these. I think about her constantly, and dream that we're together. I'd hold her body close to mine, and she would softly purr. Oh-so-slowly I'd lean in, and kiss her on the cheek. I'd be more than happy with her, and we wouldn't have to speak. But this feeling inside of me, it makes me quite sad. It reminds me of everything that I once had. Now I am sitting here, the innocent and the accused, and I begin to think to myself: is it real, or am I just confused? I've thought of Erin Reynolds now, since February first. Sometimes I can't help but think that my love life is cursed. Vanessa was an anomaly, it wasn't meant to be. But now I've had that feeling, and from it I'll never be free. Others tell me this ain't so, like my good friend Daryl Liu. He says I was her anomaly but I don't know if it's true. I loved her with my entire being, and gave her all I've got. There was a period of time, when I thought that she did not. What's been done cannot be changed, and I really shouldn't dwell. Otherwise my life will turn into a living hell. Instead I'll carry on with life, and let it take its course. There are things I want to do, but will not try to force. I'll swing and sing and play my bass and have a lot of fun. But one thing that I will not do is from my feelings run. If this thing with Erin is supposed to work out right, then I'll let it all work out and I won't put up a fight. But if it's not supposed to work, I won't be too upset. "Just friends" is better than naught at all, that's something I'll never forget.
Yeah...that type of poetry is totally not my style, I find nothing of interest in such straight forward poetry....unless the whole thing is fictional and you are using the poems to create an ultimate and elusive play on all that is woeful....but somehow I don't feel thats the case.
I think they're great. Not really my style either but it seems to me like it came from your heart and that's the best kind of poetry. Thumbs up, sheep man. I hope everything works out for you
Hehehe... Yeah, but this time I'm not sending it to anyone. I dunno, I guess it's just the way I've come to express myself over the years. I could just as easily write everything out in essay form, and I do that too...but it just doesn't quite hit the spot, if that makes any sense to anyone. I need a slightly more..."artistic" way of expression, and I can't exactly pick up my bass and start playing in the middle of a boring lecture.
I posted this in one of the last poetry threads but I'll post it again. This is the best poem(my personal favorite) so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. -- William Carlos William Give this one a crack....PM me if your stumped
I haven't read that one DHC....I'll give it a look see. that doesn't change the fact that the red wheelbarrow is a great poem
