I think of the sappy, crappy verses I've written lately,
And wonder if they actually stirred the rational heart.
All I could think about as I baked a lasagna tonight
Was imagining doing this for her some day,
When red wine goes down easily,
And Barry White backs me up with his molasses voice,
And the children are making s'mores at the fireplace.
I think of all the pathetic, pleading poems I've scribed,
And wonder why I bothered at all,
As I lay me down in this cold,
In this lonely bed.
I wonder if she sleeps alone tonight,
And if I enter her thoughts at all anymore,
If even these words are yet another useless expenditure.
I think of all the clumsy but heartfelt declarations I've penned,
But my mind is cluttered by the phantom echoes
Of diseased triumphant laughter
That reminds me that nice guys don't finish last:
We never finish at all,
We never find an end to our suffering;
But those who abandon niceties and truths and virtue,
They are the ones who are happiest.
I'm tired of thinking so much.
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Written November 6th, 2003
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Almost speechless
Hard hitting truths in there. Having been in a similar place myself I truly appreciate the way you've got this down, especially "But those who abandon niceties and truths and virtue, They are the ones who are happiest." It's sad but true. I love this piece. Well done, keep at it! -
Waste...nah
Those are usually moments that you feel super 'up there' and then...this is when you get the lowest feeling of all...falling in love is easy...but letting go is hard. -
I agree completely; romance is ephemeral and fleeting and whatnot... ironically, I just composed a pro-romance poem, so I guess all setbacks and obstacles that inspired this particular piece are merely so many pebbles attempting to stay the flow of a mighty river. Despite my tone in this poem, I am still hopeful.
I will return the favor soon, thanks for your comments!
- El Gio -
You're trying to put a practical value on poetry. If your only reason to write is to get a girlfriend, you're writing for all the wrong reasons. Poetry IS the reason. It's the emotion of experiencing the transcendent, a little taste of the eternal in the Soul. If you care about poetry, keep writing. Romance is ephemeral.
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