opinion8ed2
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Ok so I've written some poetry. No meter or rhyme to em' at all, so I don't even know if they would be called poetry really...Anyway, I'd like to share it with you fine people. lol...I know these aren't that great, but they each have significance to me.
Standing Here
Standing beside you now
I know in my mind that you are unattainable
But it doesn't stop my heart from wanting you
I fantasize innocently of just being able to lay my hand on yours
To reassure you...
But maybe more, to reassure me
I think these thoughts willingly
These thoughts that only aid in perpetuating my torture
I've tried to break my heart's strange bond with you
A bond formed despite all attempts at dissipating it's strong hold
Your attempts at dissipating it's strong hold....
The attempts that you view as successful
Those restless, cold attempts...
"Friends"....
It's amazing how deadly one word can be...
A word that should be beneficent...
A word that is lethal if preceded by another word
"Just Friends"...
It's amazing how much horror that those words are able to summon...
It's amazing how much untold revulsion is wrought from the utterance of these words...
Or even the mere thought of them
Friends...
Why "just friends"??? Why?
But I must be content with friendship
Even when my heart loathes the word
Even when my mind longs for better...or more
There she is
And here I am
And here I am standing beside her...wishing, yearning, longing, wanting, hoping
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I don't really think this next one is even halfway poetry. Maybe more of a short story? I dunno...
“Have you ever noticed that the "good" questions are always the ones you can’t answer?
Love is a beautiful thing, so why is its end such an ugly affair?
Good question, don’t you think?
When something becomes commonplace to you, and you stop appreciating it,
Then that’s the time when it is jerked away from you…
The very time when you need it the most…
That’s the time when its beautiful comfort is pulled from the hands that took for granted what they had held for so long”
I said this slowly, enunciating each word strongly
Her eyes filled with fear, or maybe confusion, as she asked what I meant
I leaned down to whisper into her ear
“I loved you.”
I ran my hand through her hair slowly, affectionately
Only a reflection of what once was
My breath tickled her ear and she pulled away
I cradled her face in my hands and looked into her eyes
“But it’s over…I can’t explain why...”
I released my gentle hold on her face,
Then looked down at my toes buried in the sand
Trying to give back her dignity by not acknowledging her sad features
“Then…this is it”
She took a resigned breath
I expected tears, but there were none
I slipped my arms around her, leaning down to give her one last kiss, but she stiffened at my touch, then pulled away
“I don’t think that I want to kiss you”
Her face hardened with the strength she had called upon
“I’ve never had much luck with goodbye kisses…
They just tend to perpetuate the pain,
And that’s something that I don’t need right now, thank you”
She nodded politely, as if I was a stranger to her
Then she turned her back and walked away pertly, almost indignantly
I stared after her as she walked out of my life
Then, when her silhouette disappeared from my view, I contemplated her footprints in the sand
I stared into the dainty imprints until they were erased by the ocean’s fingertips
Leaving me standing here, looking out at the moon’s reflection
As the tide carries my salty tears out to sea
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Feel free to critique...I'm not sensitive. All that matters to me is that I found comfort in writing them!
Standing Here
Standing beside you now
I know in my mind that you are unattainable
But it doesn't stop my heart from wanting you
I fantasize innocently of just being able to lay my hand on yours
To reassure you...
But maybe more, to reassure me
I think these thoughts willingly
These thoughts that only aid in perpetuating my torture
I've tried to break my heart's strange bond with you
A bond formed despite all attempts at dissipating it's strong hold
Your attempts at dissipating it's strong hold....
The attempts that you view as successful
Those restless, cold attempts...
"Friends"....
It's amazing how deadly one word can be...
A word that should be beneficent...
A word that is lethal if preceded by another word
"Just Friends"...
It's amazing how much horror that those words are able to summon...
It's amazing how much untold revulsion is wrought from the utterance of these words...
Or even the mere thought of them
Friends...
Why "just friends"??? Why?
But I must be content with friendship
Even when my heart loathes the word
Even when my mind longs for better...or more
There she is
And here I am
And here I am standing beside her...wishing, yearning, longing, wanting, hoping
---------------------------
I don't really think this next one is even halfway poetry. Maybe more of a short story? I dunno...
“Have you ever noticed that the "good" questions are always the ones you can’t answer?
Love is a beautiful thing, so why is its end such an ugly affair?
Good question, don’t you think?
When something becomes commonplace to you, and you stop appreciating it,
Then that’s the time when it is jerked away from you…
The very time when you need it the most…
That’s the time when its beautiful comfort is pulled from the hands that took for granted what they had held for so long”
I said this slowly, enunciating each word strongly
Her eyes filled with fear, or maybe confusion, as she asked what I meant
I leaned down to whisper into her ear
“I loved you.”
I ran my hand through her hair slowly, affectionately
Only a reflection of what once was
My breath tickled her ear and she pulled away
I cradled her face in my hands and looked into her eyes
“But it’s over…I can’t explain why...”
I released my gentle hold on her face,
Then looked down at my toes buried in the sand
Trying to give back her dignity by not acknowledging her sad features
“Then…this is it”
She took a resigned breath
I expected tears, but there were none
I slipped my arms around her, leaning down to give her one last kiss, but she stiffened at my touch, then pulled away
“I don’t think that I want to kiss you”
Her face hardened with the strength she had called upon
“I’ve never had much luck with goodbye kisses…
They just tend to perpetuate the pain,
And that’s something that I don’t need right now, thank you”
She nodded politely, as if I was a stranger to her
Then she turned her back and walked away pertly, almost indignantly
I stared after her as she walked out of my life
Then, when her silhouette disappeared from my view, I contemplated her footprints in the sand
I stared into the dainty imprints until they were erased by the ocean’s fingertips
Leaving me standing here, looking out at the moon’s reflection
As the tide carries my salty tears out to sea
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Feel free to critique...I'm not sensitive. All that matters to me is that I found comfort in writing them!
