Stormy

[Tattered]

This is a poem I wrote 6/30/02 hope you like...

 

 

 

I do not want to sail your ocean

I do not want to drown at sea

I do not like to listen to the sound

Of your waves crash down on me

I think the rip tide

A little too intense for me

With the current always changing

To fit what mood you seek

All the hidden little crabs

Will soon Be revealed

Just try to sail your ocean

With another girl at sea

I bet she will wait and listen

To the soft winds you blow

Tantalized she'll lay there

In the warm sun, blue glow

I bet she will want a float or two

But HOW long will it last?

The storm soon cycles

You can't hide from the tide

It'll reach up and grab her

With it's cold chilling undertow

Deserted, left alone you'll be

There is a resaon, don't you know

Must be a reason people always go

Touring they rest on your shore

But therin, comes the time

From the truth you cannot hide

The candy-lit sunset fades to black

Starless night and I am numb inside

Then all there left to say is

Good-bye

Edited September 10, 2003 by Tattered

[Tattered]

This one goes along with that same guy, thing

 

 

So, now it's turning

Backfiring on me

I knew it would

Last Guy's obsession

Pulled me down

Next Guy's attention,

Well I thought I'd drown

Now it's my turn

I am acting dumb

This guy can see it

He avoids my calls

But for some odd reason

I keep ringing

Like a sick addiction

To a wicked drug

I don't even love him

We didn't even date that long

I am becoming the physco

Who lingered too long

I know he wants that attention

I see it makes him feel cool

To his friends I am the fool

But I just can help this strange feeling

It's like unrest

Lacking closure at best

With a blink of his eye

He turned on me

Unsettleing feelings

Really deep in my chest

Hard to breathe

Why did I let him get to me

How do I make it go away?

He's too good at his game

I cant compete

I just want to forget it

And fall to sleep

[Alaeha]

I believe that it's spelled undertow. with a w, not an e. Unless you were speaking of athlete's foot, of course.

 

Otherwise... I like it. I always wonder how long it will take some people to realize that it really is them, when they say that it's "not you, it's me".

 

*Sighs*

[Alaeha]

Heh, adding another poem while I respond to the first...

 

Eh... not really sure what to say about the other... except for one thing.

 

*Hugs*

[Peredhil]

You have a powerful voice, and unfortunately, too much subject matter.

 

May your inspirations give you more joyful songs to sing...

[whynotsin]

Have you ever fellen in love,and then found out your wrong? Kissing the sky roasting the post. kissing the fools, hmm tasty . tomatoes, with some potatos. over all sad and revealing poetry, with poerful structer and pacing.

[Tattered]

Peredhil, Yes, I am afraid, you are right. Twice unfortunately. The subject matter is oozing out of me. It's out of control. Ya know, the sad thing is, well, I wrote these poems 2 years ago, yet they fit perfectly to the T with my latest break-up. And, with at least 2 others, for that matter. It's like, I am trapped in a broken record. Everything I think I thought I already learned, I realize, I am only just learning. When, when DOES it End?

[Peredhil]

When you make choices with your head, instead of a heart trained in Bad Situations...

 

It's hard to fight, and retrain your tendancies, to constantly question yourself (for the heart will fool you in your head with your own voice), and to choose.

 

But when you look back and compare the Now of your tomorrows with the Pasts of your destructions, it can be worth it.

 

 

Hugs

 

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