Appy Posted September 14, 2003 Report Posted September 14, 2003 I tire of humanity passing judgement so easily I tire of people watching every step of my doings I tire of society controlling my life's path I tire of communicating with words so easily misheard I tire of attention needed at times but not wanted always I tire of myself for wanting but not knowing what I tire of this poem the usual lines over and over again Time to sleep
Appy Posted September 14, 2003 Author Report Posted September 14, 2003 (edited) ~another posting like it is, not sure if I'm happy with it yet, but it has the general feel to it that I was aiming for.. I guess ~ Old Love So many years of sharing struggling of trying to cope with growing up Something wrong can't put my finger on it but it's there lurking destroying all hope Emotions surging not getting through different wavelenght or non at all? I do not know non does for sure Speculations secret converstations discussing my love Apathetic Autistic words that fall and hit me hard One year of fighting of trying to excape the inevitable joined conclusion love has fled could not help us anymore Confusion Unwilling to let go of known certainties that kept us together but then relieve sets in boundries falling All is well ~corrected a spelling error~ ~more editing, for the sake of flow.. I wrote this for my ex-boyfriend, inspired because my parents both saw him last week, and it seemed he was doing well, well for someone in his position anyways.. It's hard to quit a 4 year long relationship on the sole base of both not being in love anymore, still being close friends afterwards and then some months later loose contact and several months more after that hear that he's sitting at his parents house living from money from the state, without them forcing him to find a job.. because he's proclaimed depressed by several doctors... just so you know where it comes from, I need a hug now ~ Edited September 14, 2003 by Appy
Loki Wyrd Posted September 14, 2003 Report Posted September 14, 2003 Nice ending to the first one (the stanza before the final line).
Vigil StarGazer Posted September 14, 2003 Report Posted September 14, 2003 *Hugs* Women can't let go of their loved ones... eventhought you don't love them anymore, you remember you loved them onces. For a man, a faded love is a thing of the past and moved on... for a women... the love is a cherished memory that becomes you. Love is a funny thing... you remeber loving them, and then one day you woke up and realized you don't love them anymore... maybe its because you went by without thinking about him for a long time and it suddenly hit you that you forgot all about him... maybe its when you stared at a necklace and wonder where it came from when you realized he gave it to you in a time you don't know when... you can feel love, you can feel the hurt and the pain.. but even when that's gone.. you know you don't love them anymore... I wanted to know where love came from and where did it go when it leaves. But each time it comes so suddenly.. you tried to grab it but it fades int the mist... and then it's gone.
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