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Basically, my plan for this portion of my site is to post a lot of the poetry I've written that I feel has some sort of potential.
I've decided to add another portion to this page to be seen here. I'll try to update it fairly often, with basic ramblings that i've written or little short poems ((that don't seem finished; are only a few lines long.))
These past few months, I've been writing poetry specifically to be posted on the Internet (because I have an online journal), so I've been doing a lot of strange alignments and different styles with the fonts; for example, one thing that I seem to use a lot, other than different alignments, is
my mind's eye is so bright
and clear
but heart's mind, see, it blurs it more
and blurring brings confusion here,
depression too, bad as before.
such loving eyes, and strong embrace
the pure joy that is in your face
it makes me hurt, it makes me ache
causes mind, not heart, instead to break
such love i see is in your eyes
but doubtful that it's shown in mine
but in my heart, i hope to find
much more truth, and no more lies.
my heart, it leaps when i'm with you,
but mind, so bitter, cannot see through
the mists enfolding the darkened truth
and words, my pain, they no longer soothe
broken hearted
mind is parted
heart is strong?
no, mind is wrong?
what do i feel?
this pain won't heal?
i'm so confused;
feel so abused
from constant attacks
from heart so cracked
and mind so certain
that it's un-certain.
my heart's eye so clear and
bright
but mind's heart is non-existent
so now all blurry is its sight
from mind so unsure, yet ever-persistent.
confusion
confusion stabbing
through my
heart and mind,
such painful confusion,
burning in my
thoughts and emotions
relentlessly muddling me,
further and further
confusion doesn't cause for
such amusement as
my mind aches with the
conflicting battling thoughts
and my heart breaks with
such opposing, befuddled emotions
requited, unrequited
mutual, or not
does it really matter now
what either of us thought?
with tattered remnants
of broken heart
i dwell alone; with you
i part
once spoken, yes
but silent now,
my emotions i hide
to myself, i vow
never again will i speak
what i feel
for in that is a hurt
that will never heal
frustration
misunderstanding
aggravation
sense notwithstanding
conversation
argumentation
aggravation
missed connotation
half broken
mended soon
soft spoken-
not by noon
nor by moon
will i speak
out your weak
"tactless"
honest
beat this,
clenched fist
feel guilt?
missed feelings
heart spilt
misgivings
conversation
actualization
exculpation
mitigation
heart over mind-
but then i would be blind
mind over heart
but then my mind would fall apart
broken heart
or mistrust?
feelings tart
or instincts rust?
if i were to trust my heart
would it not just fall apart?
if i were to trust my mind
would i not just fall behind?
lost and forgotten
is all i am
lost and forgotten
is all i'll ever be
because in your
chest
lies a heart that will forget
and in your head
lie thoughts that i so dread
loved and adored
is all you'll ever be
loved and adored
is all you are to me
because in my
heart
are feelings that will not part
and in my mind
are thoughts that make me blind
(blind to the
fact
that you will never see:
(you're) blind to the fact
of what you mean to me.
I saved that which friends claim to be my best for the last. I've actually made this into a song; I play the guitar and sing it, both together. As of yet, it is still untitled (as many of my poems are.)
((untitled))
what's this now
that i see?
a bit of superficiality?
thought that you were better than that-
wonder where my sense was at
to ever see a chance with you,
when your words, to me, seemed untrue
the world's based on superficiality;
what counts now is what you see
and what do
i see in you?
now i don't know what to do...
outside, attractive as can be
but inside you appear to me
dark and empty
dark and empty...
what's this now
that i see?
a bit of superficiality?
thought that you were better than that-
wonder where my sense was at
to ever see a chance with you,
when your words, to me, seemed untrue
the world's based on superficiality;
what counts now is what you see
it's easy for
me to get over you
with all your words have put me through
we could never be...
you're far too empty and
shallow for me
shallow for me...
