Smiling when I want to cry,
Being something I'm not.
Zoning out... Looking at the sky...
Missing you a lot...
You had to leave,
but you wanted to stay.
I know you'll be back, though.
You'll find a way.
But till you are back,
Right here by my side,
I'll find a way to make
all my pain subside.
As for now,
here in this dim lit room,
I'll drown in my self pity...
Swallowed in doom.
I'm going to write what I feel.
Not on paper, or with a pen...
But with a razor,
on my skin.
I know it's bad,
and I know you asked me to stop.
But its all I can think
when my cup is full up.
I don't need paper
or a pen...
Just a little pain
every now and then.
Author notes
I wrote this last summer about my best friend. She lives in another state, and she got to spend sometime with me, and when she left, I felt so alone and I missed her so much, and I worte this. I still miss her more then anything, and when she reads this I want her to know I'm alot better now, and she doesn't have to worry about be doing that anymore. This, for me, is a transistional poem. I am growing and so is my writing. So I wanted to post this to reinforce that. I don't know why I felt I had to, but here it is.
Written July 28th, 2004
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Thanks so much Doug! Your comments always put a smile on my face. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
-Jessi -
I love all your poetry. It's all so beautifully written. And the flow is just great, also. Keep writing.
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I love the transition, Jessi, and am happy to hear that it is coming for you. This ode in honor of said transition is therefore a masterpiece of personal literary genius. Keep 'em coming, keep writing, and keep transforming!
Well done.
peace
doug
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I really liked this poem it is really really good Keep up the great writing you are very talented!
Kristen
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