i want to write a poem on a Sunday evening,
but all i am left with is just mere questions..
a bended line with a dot for every answer,
i am having a surreal feeling,
i feel odd..
because i am a surreal painter
yet it seems i am new to this..
scratching my head,
like my hands are paint brush
moving back and forth on a stained canvas..
this tears are just like linseed oil,
blending with the soil..
a glimpse of raw umber,
same as the color of my skin...
slowing gathering all photos and information about you,
opening the recycle bin...
thinking,
crying,
breathing heavy...
will i hit delete?
or will i choose cancel?
either the two i will still cry,
save irene, delete irene...
my finger on the trigger,
slowly head bowed down eyes closed...
putting pressure on the trigger,
double click?
am i sure to delete?
left with option,
and a choice...
delete it and be hurt so much more now,
or press cancel and suffer for ever?
now thats a good set of choices,
it may be sound awful today,
but not as awful as for ever if i hit cancel..
i am not doing it for myself,
but for you irene,
its not your fault
were both unclean...
some body owns you now,
i had to live some how...
irene,
my favorite star,..
i want to be near you,... but...?
some body holds you now,
some body owns you now...
A contest entry
- Romance..................................... by Entwining Beauty.
300 points, ended October 6, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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love the title...indeed it is...
the spontaneity...just pure thoughts flowed
through your veins as you typed them
and showcased who you are,,, you being an artist
with the paintbrush and the linseed oil
you've painted clear images
on being in front of the computer
I am certain that a lot of people could relate to this
ang galing galing nito
Anna Lee
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wonderful poem such sadness struck my heart as i read it though excellently wtiten poem. sad romances make me want to cry this was amazing
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Nice thoughts
This whole poem sums up, 'anticipation'. A very caring and admiring individual who takes things to heart, almost like I, and is gentle enogh to probe along that dangerous path of dare. This is not a negative poem, more a cautious one, and I am sure, patience being your utmost virtue shall tend to the worry instead for your gradual progression towards this goal you set yourself.
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