Here is a poem that I just recently wrote. I wrote it yesterday actually and really like it. It's not all that great, but I really like it for some reason. It doesn't really mean anything in particular in my life, but I was really feeling it so I wrote it down. I don't know how other people will feel about it and it doesn't have a title, but here it is anyway.
He can't see her for who she really is,
but he is so in love with her
He is afraid to look her in the eyes
scared of the sadness, sorrow,
and emptiness
He looks down, in sympathy of his own
fear.
She's so in love, but she can't let her heart
be willing to hurt like it did before
She walks away from what might have been
that he could not see in her sadness,
sorrow, and emptiness
She walks away, in sympathy of her own
fear.
He wants to call for her, but he he is afraid
He visions so many voices in his head
confused of what to do
He wished for something more, but his
expectations were too high
He know it is his own fault for her anger
in him
He wants to see inside her heart and
make it beat clean
He wants to make her feel safe, and not
hurt anymore.
Maybe if only he opened up more of himself
to her,
Maybe he could have been her light in the
darkness, like she used to be for him
Maybe things would be better.
He sees a hooded veil over her, only to
show her clouded eyes, why can't he get
inside?
She walks further hoping he will call for her,
reach for her, touch her
She wants to feel his lips pressed to hers
She wants to feel his warm hand to caress her
face, and wipe away the tears
She feels as if everything is her fault as to
why he is mad at her
She stops just incase, but not to turn so
he cannot see the black tears
stain her pale pink cheek
She wants him to run to her and hold her,
make her safe, he is the light in her
darkness of sorrow.
Maybe if she would have told him more
often how she felt and what she
felt for him
Maybe if she would have been more leaniant
with her emotions
Maybe things would be better.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath
why can she not just let go of the
sorrow and just be with him?
He looks up to see that she has stopped walking
He reaches his hand out to her, but then
instantly drops it and looks away
He begins to to cry as he turns to walk the
other direction, inspite of his own fear.
She turns her head in hopes to see him
right behind her, reaching his
hand to stop her
She sees him sulking the other direction
too tough to care
She lowers her head as the tears fall to
the floor and walks away, inspite of
her own fear.
There is also a drawing that I made to go along with this and it's pretty cool. It's what really what inspired this poem. I was sitting at work and was just doodling and then my doodle turned into a poem.
I just wrote what I thought of in my head. I really like it. I pretty happy with the way that it turned out. I have notebooks in my room filled with poems and silly things. I like to write, although I am not very good at it. I really like Xanga though. I feel like I can say anything, things that I normally would not say to my friend, and I feel like I can really vent a lot more then what I can infront of a person. It's like I don't have to take a risk for anyone getting pissed off for the things I say and bitch about.
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