'Happy New Year' is what they'll all say,
For days until my head hurts because of it.
You weren't there, and I am hardly surprised.
My elbow hurts, and he didn't catch me.
If she knew she would kill me,
I bet you would too.
This atmosphere is going to kill me,
When did it become so false?
Help for physics?
Where are those useless abbreviations now?
(My side still hurts, why couldn't he
just catch me, once?)
I will miss you more this year, and next as well.
You could have taught me how to spell,
But it will only get worse.
Author notes
Oh, that is a sad excuse for a poem. But I figured I would give it a whirl. Poetry and me... wait! We never went well together. Oh well, inspired by New Years party.
Written January 1st, 2006
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I really like the last little verse; the couplet lends the last line a lot more importance, and, at least for me, really emphasized it. I like this because I think I get some of it, at least, but then again, I could be totally wrong. Is that a strange reason to like a poem so much? I really, really like this. It's just plain, emotive truth, and so even though you're probably the only one who will ever completely understand it, everyone can relate to it. Ah, excellant.
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10/10
Love the questioning in this, and of course the truth that makes the reader ponder onwards. I think real memories are great to write and attain inspiration from, with the advantage of knowing everything yet the reader is left in the dark. Ho hum, I think you and poetry go very well together indeed
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Oh merci buckets!
I am pleased to hear from you, very much so. -
I love how your poems are all so very vague. I don't have any idea what you're talking about but I'm glad to hear from you on here again. L.O.V.E.
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