...and I struggle
with intruding unwelcome thoughts
of future regret...
maybe no decision is right;
future unwritten
waiting for me to pick up my pen
my ink has all dried while I
basked in the warmth of love I
thought would never end
...and I question
time and space and
behaviors and feelings and
love and what has befallen love...
our love
there's really nothing left to
say yet we say much and talk often of
trivialities of life and we fight like
madmen still very much in love
how I'd rather be a casualty of
one of these battles than
keep on
how I'd rather die?
if there was ever finality
if a conclusion came to me
in a moment of blinding light
like a curse or a blessing
regret is inevitable
...cynics would
whisper to me of inevitability in life
and I would not whisper back...
regret is inevitable
much like closed doors
and empty rooms
and writing poems when your heart splits in half
A contest entry
- Anything...Anything At All by Toxic Meltdown.
400 points, ended September 19, 114 entries
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Comments
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awed
You create beauty.
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alas, boys suck. but I still love you!
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damn good
woa, I should read all of your new works now, this is really good. it catches the dead feeling in the pit of the stomach well, I like the end, too, ending a poem is always the hardest for me. the form is really cool too, how it reads is definitely more pronounced with inflections in different place just from how it looks, with letters under the same letters, nothing really needs improvement. yeah, i read it again, and it reads well, awesome really. I like where you dropped to the next line, espescially (spelling?) "there's really nothing left to
say" I don't know how to put it into words, but I really, really like this poem, you can tell it's not bullshit, but comes straight from the heart. anyway, I'm moving tomarrow, so if you want to talk sometime you should drop me a line here, cuz I check it sometimes, I can't really write that good anymore, as you might have seen by reading anything I've written. well one good one. I'll let you check it out if you want. Oh! I almost forgot, if you can find that poem I wrote you I want to read it again sometime so i don't forget it, because I remember it was good. anyway I've got to pack and read another one of your poems.
SeanO
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how sad. regret is one of the worst things this world has to offer, and you did a great job of conveying that. beautiful job.
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