Maybe tonight is my last night
Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up
and realize ..
what?
Staring at the closed door
thinking I can open it
but realize ..
what?
Giving my calculator a name
Laughing with my friends
Giving the old doll a hug
believing it'll feel it
Happiness is something rare
When you look around the poets
Their backside casted with shadows
their fronts full of scars and tears
Letting days flow back to my hand
and closing it
to live those days once more
Maybe tonight will be my end
Maybe tomorrow be no more
Maybe smiles will always be
Maybe tears are ..
what?
Author notes
OK .. when I explain this, NOBoDY will understand what it has to do with my poem ..
I feel like .. I pretent to be sad, to get attention .. but .. on the other hand, I can't stop being this sad. When I'm with my friend, I'll allways happy,.. or .. no! mostly .. or so.. And I started looking around, and I see lots of people seem like this (At school, there was this girl laughing with her friends .. I walked with her to the bus station and suddenly she just .. cried, but without tears.. very odd)
SO! Whether I'm sad or not .. this is a poem, I wrote according to my thoughts flowing through me .. Like it or not
Enjoy
Written September 18th, 2006
What did you think
Comments
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Interesting poem! Really interesting, I enjoyed reading it. It was a bit mysterious, and really sad.
It worked really well, very well done
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Great poem with good use of enjambment. This was an interesting philosophical poem with a good social aspect. Keep writing, I found it quite sad
Thanks for your comment
All the best
Pozo
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well i like it it does get a bit confusing but i get the feeling that your emotions are confused so it is fitting!
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hey .. i really like your poem
I have a bit of trouble understanding it, but its good anyways 
I don't know if you get what i mean .. but yeah lol .. But really, good job on this poem
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