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My Brain Forgot to Think Today

I can honestly say that I don't know
If what I feel for you is true.
The meaning of the term 'true love'
Is sort of relative, isn't it?
I guess, if one looks closely,
If one chooses to look inside their heart,
They can see one of only two things there;
Either they see a love or a desire for it,
Or they only see an organ, the king of muscles,
Keeping them alive to love another day.
What I am most unsure of at this time
Is what I see when I think deep inside,
When I open my third eye and look inside
Somewhere beneath my rib cage and breast bone,
To that furiously pumping organ.
My heart; I demand a lot of it, don't I?
I ask it, every second of every day,
To keep my alive, do not stop pumping,
Do not take a break; And while you are at it,
Make sure you do not break, and please,
If you will, help me to feel something,
Fight with the logic creeping out
Of the gray matter I store in my skull,
Knock some sense into it and fight it back.
The heart; it isn't just an organ,
It's my secretary, my match-maker,
Decision clincher, and mind bender.
It's keeping me alive, alright,
In more ways than God had intended it to.
It's been shot by Cupid's arrow.
It's been attacked by a cheeseburger.
It's done the job of the brain,
Or at least it stepped in to opinionate.
It's indulged in fine red wines around the world.
And right now it is deciding if this love,
This love I am asking you about,
Is true, at least true enough for us.
And if we stand close enough together,
If we hold each other as tight as we can,
And, of course, give it some time...
Then I think your little heart and mine
Will talk things out together,
And they'll tell us what we need.
So come here, my love, and hold me,
As tight as you can now, that's it!
Let's stay this way a while, so pleasant,
And let them do their jobs!

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Um... don't ask. This so started out as something else, but then... weird! Sorry!
Written February 6th, 2006

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  • buffytheparrotslaye
    March 24, 2006
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    Now where did I put my Pacemaker

    Nothing weird about this.You have heart ,soul and a damn fine brain.However the trick is to distinguish between love and lust on the man's part I mean.Have fallen down that hole once too often Apart from that it appears to be in good working order as it got its act together and finally asked for that divorce which the heart knew was long overdue but the brain was tring to be rather pitifully logical.
    Great Topic an applaud the way "You wear your Heart on Your Sleeve".Glad I met you and will be reading more of your writes as time permits.All the best.Elizabeth.


  • pattyann4500
    February 8, 2006
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    Well, I'm not sure if I know what to say. It certainly isn't bad; I doubt you could write bad anything. It has so much going on, but I can certainly understand how the heart sometimes will do the work the lazy brain should be doing. Mine takes over far too often for my own good.

    I really enjoyed reading this. It's different and enigmatic, and I just loved it. Great piece, Sis! Hugs, Patricia


  • SexyAngel0418
    February 8, 2006
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    WOW..> This is awesome although it's not what it started out to be!!! YOu did a great job on this one!!!!

    Hugs,
    Beth


  • peluche
    February 7, 2006
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    Well, I think this has a modern element to it. Most poems today, the really good ones, leave you feeling as if you have a had a conversation with the writer or at least a tiny peak into their private world. You have that in this piece. I felt like as was having a conversation or at least glimsing your thoughts on the matter of true love. This is a highly relateable subject for me right now. The word choices and line breaks all worked together here to set a style and mood that was both deep and consise at the same time. If you ever do find the answer to the question of true love Erin, let me in on it


  • Viyanna Rosemarie silver member
    February 7, 2006
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    this was not weird. it was awesome. you did something i think truly unique here. and i so love unique things. thank you for having this in the shameless box so that i would notice it and read. i will be reading more from you soon. thanks again viyanna r langager


  • bluejeanbaby87
    February 6, 2006
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    wow, This poem is wonderful. love, sappy, and humerous all at the same time ... perfect! Hahahaha all my poems start off as something else too! lol... Great work!

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