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His Humor Didn’t Die Years Ago

Once, I was a happy child,
enjoying life, pleasantries…
my humor was intact…
so what killed it?

I’m not sure,
but I have an alter-ego
who’s humor yet lives.
I do enjoy it, as much as I’m able…
and it pains me
to see his pain
when he sees mine…
I do not want to kill his humor, too…

I’d fake my smiles,
but he knows me too well…
I did catch him crying for me once…


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  • tstock
    August 8
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    the duality we all feel. i sometimes wonder where my alter ego is too. nice.


    • Naiads
      August 9
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      well, maybe he (she?) is somewhere here on AP, as mine is...

  • Synchronicity gold member
    August 4

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    Created a "way out there" first impression

    My first impression of this poem was "Did you share the same body with the alter ego?". I had a strong feeling that you were describing two parts of the same self, uniquely as one female, and one male-- aware of each other, watching each other, maybe even supporting each other as a "tag team". I think my interpretation is "way out there", but I often feel that it benefits a writer to know a reader's first impression, and not for revision or for defense, but for perception's sake. What an existence you would have if that first impression were true! (You might be writing a novel about something like that!) Yet, reason jumps in after writing this comment, and I think you are talking about two separate people. Mine was just a leap of imagination that was sparked by your words "alter-ego". This is quite a moving piece.


    • Naiads
      August 5
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      Thank you, he is truly a wonderful person in many respects, but, being human, like the rest of us, he is capable of cruelty and folly, and he keeps leaving me because of it! I'm not sure that he will ever return after this last time; just when things seemed to be going well, bam! He cruelly disappears without a trace, later to be found with a slut who sent him her erotica when he first joined (as she does every handsome new prospect); she really messed him up... sorry about my self-pity, it could have just as easily been me, I'm sure... but how do you measure such a person other than 'whole'?