Here.
Here I stay
in this quiet little house
all of it seeming like a subtle cliche.
I cannot say, honestly,
that I enjoy my time alone
but I wouldn't be to hasty
as to say old is how it's grown.
My cough grows worse still
and my sneezes persist me
I sleep without my own will
how can that be?
Why do my eyes always fall
and why don't I have my old strength?
I remind myself of an old rag doll
who's life has reached the end of it's length.
When will these on going sniffles end?
Yes, the pain does indeed
seem to transcend
how, towards me, it holds no greed!
I miss talking to you
and I miss laughing with her
how much I've missed you all-you have no clue
I've only had one visitor.
Sometimes I think of
my future, as it seems to be
surprisingly enough, it's always filled with love
but what if that love turns out not to be for me?
My thoughts keep changing
and my mind keeps racing
my mood with swings exchanging
and here I am, my pain I'm facing.
Tomorrow I will come back
but for today
I'll let slack
the fact that happiness is still underway.
In a list
A contest entry
- Abstract PW allowed by BigE.
400 points, ended February 16, 2008, 21 entries
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This is a poem that I wrote whilst I was home sick for about a week without any contact from anyone other than my family. I was very lonely and I sat down and penned until I came out with this.
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Yes being in the midst of a cold can be awful!
I hate colds and like all men call it man flu!
And I feel sorry for myself because colds can actually make you feel like you are dieing!
But Britty stop riding the mind of your roundabout.
Instead of thinking all the time of what if? Or what might? Or what maybe?
Just take a deep breath, and let it out slow.
And know no matter the mistakes you have already made.
Or what you regret when you were trying to find yourself.
Or what people think? Just relax and be glad to be you.
And things happen you know, usually when your not looking for them. Just take them in your stride, and live through each one as it comes along. And try not to complicate it by confusing yourself with your mind.
It never helps me, I always think with my heart.
Sometimes it seems it took me the wrong way, but i never stop being curious, because just because sometimes i take the wrong road.
There are no sign posts in life.
Only warnings that your heart will let you know about well before the danger is upon you.
So just be you Pretty Britty!
I mean what else can you be?
I already know you strive to be the best you can, and I see you have a loving heart. And many friends.
Your gonna be ok OK?
So stop all the worry and the dark thoughts about what might happen when your alone at night.
Any man you might fall for, to you sometimes you wish to be able to be sure of them.Because i know the hurt you have been through before.
Once bitten twice shy!
But don't rush in take your time, and don't be taken advantage of.
Your a treasure and all men want to spend you, but keep your treasure buried deep! And only give the map to your heart, to the one you can truly be sure of.
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I'd completely forgotten about this poem until
you'd commented on it - ha!
I know my emotions seem to run wild and
I know that at times it seems like I could just be giving up but
Each day that passes I go stronger and the trials
they get easier.
Maybe it's because I now can see
past the false love and promises -
Just past most things that seem dull... stupid.
I understand where you're coming from, sweetheart,
and I thank you for caring about me =]
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i like this one... it was rather interesting... but then again, you are interesiting.... love you!
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It is a lovely, sad poem. I insist on rhyming poetry, so I like it. (First one of yours I've read.)
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I'm very proud of this one, actually.
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