Occasionally,
I find myself out just a little too late
Looking for something, anything, anyone for a fact
To just make me feel whole again... or at least feel real.
If only for a minute... or maybe just two.
My hands wander aimlessly along the collection
Of old mix tapes and primary school notes
Along memories of something that was so much better...
Just looking for the clue that will bring it all back.
and it's times like this; when I find myself lost
Completely unfamiliar with the surroundings of my room
I can feel all my mistakes flow through my veins;
the smoke in my lungs is just too thick to take
and reality hits like a bullet to the face
Just how long did it take for all my mistakes
To make me the wreck that I have become?
and just how long did the ones that I love..
Simply put this off as a passing phase?
I take another drag from the butt of my cigarette;
Letting the burn of the cherry sting against my lips
Trying to imagine you... just trying to forget
the times like this... when I miss you the most.
and I'll wait for you until the end of time..
Or until I make myself believe you're here
Author notes
Xombii
Not exactly my best write ever. I'm going through some shit, and I would just love to have my friends and boyfriend with me atm.
A contest entry
- contemporary emotional personal poetry♥ by etoile.
575 points, ended October 19, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be nice
Comments
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It may not be the best write you've had, but it's personal to you. And personal writes tend to bring out the most honest and raw emotion that dwells within a person
This poem was written very well. I enjoyed reading.
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I really like this! it hit hard because I could really relate to this. the imagery in this write was beautiful, and the way you worded this was great. the emotions were also written well.
Occasionally,
I find myself out just a little too late
Looking for something, anything, anyone for a fact
To just make me feel whole again... or at least feel real.
If only for a minute... or maybe just two.
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I loved that part. I could really relate. this was a great poem.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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I know the feeling. If I ever go out these days it feels like an pointless drifting of inebriated steps..and I'm not even drunk
I think the content fits the contest well. Strong images..
"My hands wander aimlessly along the collection
Of old mix tapes and primary school notes"
-contributes a lot.
.. but I think a lot of lines could be trimmed of the odd word to leave only what's needed.. though it is a poem of wandering, and only you know your intentions for it.
Good luck with all.
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I know that place.....searching.....wanting to be 'real' and 'whole'...
Wonderful use of words to illustrate the sense of longing, seeking.
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