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So this is what it’s like
Being alone
How could I forget
The feeling has followed me since my birth
Once I was enfolded in love
Nurtured; a child
Then brought out into nature
And now here I am; closer to death
Starring blindly at a blinking cursor
Expecting some type of epiphany
To all the sudden come to me
Automatically
Like waves hopeful
For one last touch of land
Before being tossed back again
To return to nothing
Like before birth
Into an abyss of memory
Of languish
Of unrequited emotion
Wasted like a quarter in a cheap casino
Insignificant
Lost
No jackpot
Just more pictures in the mind
To haunt dreams
To wake me up in the middle of the morning
To keep me sweating
Shivering
And this stupid monitor stares at me
Without judgment
Without bias
So I will tell you everything
Why not
No one else here can stop me
From trying to figure myself out
If only I didn’t change every day
If only the sum of my life would equal two
But it isn’t that simple
Experience is a bitch
If it doesn’t last forever…
It’s funny to think of how many times
My memories became that
A memory
What’s worse is not the saying goodbye part
But the years afterwards when you
Are looking at yourself in the mirror
Wondering why
Who are you
And why is there no one else who cares
And all you can do is laugh
Because no one is there to care
Because another day has come and guess what
I’m still me
Not a beautiful butterfly
Little girls and boys wish they had forever
Not a cat
To wonder that street and seek fate
Just another person
Hidden in the concert world
A superfluous soul
Floating in space
Wanting to be something greater
Than just me
A fool
A clown
An individual bursting from the seams
Wanting to immortalize myself
And my greatest love
Which of course I have not found
Because life is too hard to be simple
Too complex to be easy
And incredibly short
I’m a page in the history of the Earth
A footnote
I’m not even found in the index
I’m an article left out of titles
Four extra syllables in iambic pentameter
A sad expression
A miserable member in reality
Better left for others
More worthy than I
To have their names whispered
I’m a low joke
An aside to keep the audience laughing
The minor character
That neither wins nor loses
But is and because of that
I could throw up
Regurgitate all the knowledge
Of life, love, and loss
In a sigh
In the blink of an eye
And stare at the sunrise
Which I know isn’t for me
I’m just minor
Not major
Oh, One!
Why not put me in kinder words
Accompany me in happiness
I’d spread the word
But like everyone else
Who has touched my heart
You leave me thinking
That’s the last thing I need to do
I want to be held
The way only destiny can
With open arms that are warmer
Than the memories I hide
Behind my watering eyes
You can be so cruel
And I thought I was your friend
I want to be
I want to be protaganistic
Someone everyone else wants to see win
To see happy
Because that is all I want
Everything
And
Forever
7 comments:
My thoughts on this poem are that it is depressing. If I put myself into the character's mind I see no point of living. Like I am just another pebble in a fish tank, just not even a minor character in a story but flat. Like there is no point to living in this cruel world. Where people start off as carefree hopeful children until they are drained old senor citizens who have nothing to hope for but death. I am sorry but I don't agree with this poem one bit. Yes life does end and at times all you can do is slowly what for death to take you, but I would greet death as an old friend. As an old friend who I knew would come for me after a long for filled life. Life in the end whether you die at 9 years old or 100 is still short. You never know when death may come so you should take the good days and bad and live each day to the fullest. Not to weep over horrible memories, everything heals with time and with the simple fact of LETTING GO. Being happy with who you are not depressed with who your not. Everyone starts with a normal life it is up to that individual to make it a beautiful butterfly. The only life wasted is an unlived one.
I think this was a good poem
but you seemed depressed. It was also sad and you seemed lonley or worthless and all you wanted was happiness. =)
This character in the poem seems, to me,like a nerd in 12 grade, being unpopular and very left out. this whole poem is depressing! the man in here is saying that he is going to die old, without love, hope, and without happiness! There are a few important desires that he is seeking, including being notice and being loved by someone, anyone. Personally, I think he is living in denial!
Very nice poem the characters mood seemed ver sad and lefted out. a man that is seeking something to make him happy, love i might say. he is lookin for something to make him happy like winning, before he dies and he doesnt think he will find it. a sad but good poem
--Sarto Joli
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I agree with sarto =], but i think the man is seeking life without barriers, without limits. In addition i think the poem was well detailed and it was sad because the way you had expressed his emotions. REAL DEEP.
This poem tells how a person without hope can lose their interest in life and how it's so easy to tease other people than to actually experience it. To me what I see is this person wants to be noticed by many people for what this person has done, not for who this person isn't. Even so all this person wanted to do is to make other people happy, by doing this that person is happy himself. I don't let how people don't notice me get to me emotionally because there is something I always tell myself, "Those who follow others are not themselves, and those who stand out are being who they really are."
My thoughts on this poem are that the person in this poem is starting to get to see what the real world is like and that the world outside there own is bigger then us all. The larger world does make things look unfair at times. Especially with love. Its unfair how some people can find it and keep it like pro hunters while others always find it slipping through their fingers. He's also seeing himself as not a huge figure peice in the world, but just a little puzzle peice that, if lost, you could still make out the whole puzzle and its picture. He sees himself in the mirror, only himself, and realizes again that theres nothing magical thats gonna happen to him and that he's so minescule in the larger picture of life. It's just him and all he can do is laugh and wish that people could cheer for him to win, to be happy.
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