But I can't.
Just let go.
Everyone's telling me
I cannot have you.
A cruel joke to remind me that
You are everywhere,
But never in my arms.
Beautiful, constantly on my mind,
And I'm thinking about you -- you are
Another train that won't arrive.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for
The uncomfortable truth.
So as not to tread too closely to
What should be obvious --
We allude to the obvious --
To find closure in ambiguities and pronouns.
It's hard
To end anything at all.
Left on a note never intended
The ending hangs open,
Like a poem in reverse,















Devious Comments
If there was like, a favorite of favorites, this would be it. Seriously. It's amazing.
:3 A poem in reverse indeed.
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a.n.d. .s.h.e. .w.a.s. .b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l.
Oh, and I posted my horror poem, read, review, retaliate XD
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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"Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"
awesome. i wonder, were you going for something to have such a large impact, or did it turn out this way?
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I don't have a death hound, but I do have a BEAVER!
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
- Dr. Seuss
I was thinking about that myself after I uploaded this... When I was writing it, I was paying more attention to getting the poem to work both ways than I was to what I was writing. I think it's the effect of the reversal though, more than the words themselves. That is, it feels kind of awkward and disjointed when you're reading it forwards -- it works out grammatically, for the most part, but the rhythm's kind of odd, and when I read it I just get the feeling something's amiss (I was actually hoping to work the words "something's amiss" into the poem somewhere, but that didn't happen). So when you start reading it backwards -- which is the way I wrote it, by the way -- the fact that it actually flows and (sorta) has a rhythm makes it seem much more powerful after having waded through the backwards version.
And I wish I could take credit for that, but, no, I hadn't planned that at all. >_< In fact, when I first had the idea for this poem, I hadn't even thought to have it work out in both directions -- it was just gonna be completely random forwards, and a poem backwards. It wasn't until I started writing that I decided to do it the way I did. So I think I'm just as amazed as -- if not more than -- everyone else at the way it turned out.
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
I'll see if I can get myself into a dark enough mood to write horror... I doubt if I'll be able to top that last one I did.
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
No, you're amazing. Thank you so much. I'm glad you liked it.
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
Thank you
Yeah, it took a while to write >_<... But I like the way it turned out.
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
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