xavierd
9 Nov 2004, 04:30 PM
Just wanted to share some writing I've done, mostly while being bored at work :). I find that the written word is the easiest way for me to express any kind of emotional content. Anyways I hope you like...
This is kind of what I feel like being at work...
Reincarnation
On and on and on
The sun will rise
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
I keep saying good-bye
I keep waking up
I keep coming back
Forward, always forward
Dragging me forward
On and on and on
Reality
Reality is what we see.
So what we see is reality.
If you can’t see what I see,
Which reality should we agree?
Reflections
I am staring,
In the mirror.
There are scars,
That only I can see.
As I look inside of me.
Friendships faded,
Lovers hated.
So many changes,
I can hardly believe.
All because of me?
Life keeps moving,
Ever flowing.
No time for resting,
Between the tragedies.
If only I could see.
Below are 2 of the many, many poems inspired by the only woman I have ever fallen completely in love with. We were friends in high school. Never dated or anything, mainly I think because of me. For the life of me I could not be myself around her, I was so overwhelmed with feelings that it totally screwed me up, I was totally dumbfounded. And of course I kept telling myself, "She must think you are weird!"; "God I'm such a dork!"; But we were good friends, we would talk on the phone for hrs. about everything. So now it is my life's work to totally forget her, which is going poorly if you care to know. :(
The “Gift” of Love
Callous is Fate, to the feelings of man,
Howsoever one wishes or prays.
Reciprocal love?
Inconsequential to the nature of things.
Salvation from love unquestionable?
There is no escape.
Insatiable, undeniable want.
Never will this need subside.
Everlasting these feelings will be.
Gift?
Is it really such?
Fortunate is the man who can find it.
Overwhelming to the mind and soul,
Love is the sweetest of all curses.
Forget
Why o why can I not forget you?
You cannot really be all that special.
Just another woman with a flirtatious little smile.
So hard I try to catch your attention, as futile as it may be.
So much time I waste concocting such silly little prose.
For acceptance? For love? Why do you suppose?
I try to convince myself, ‘Your eyes don’t really shine that bright?’
I even doubt your beauty exists in every light?
Just stay out of my dreams, I implore you please.
And one day we will be gone from each other’s memory.
Barely a wave in the ocean of our thoughts.
But wait… I wonder…
Perhaps you have already forgotten…
Perhaps you have already forgotten about me.
This is kind of what I feel like being at work...
Reincarnation
On and on and on
The sun will rise
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
I keep saying good-bye
I keep waking up
I keep coming back
Forward, always forward
Dragging me forward
On and on and on
Reality
Reality is what we see.
So what we see is reality.
If you can’t see what I see,
Which reality should we agree?
Reflections
I am staring,
In the mirror.
There are scars,
That only I can see.
As I look inside of me.
Friendships faded,
Lovers hated.
So many changes,
I can hardly believe.
All because of me?
Life keeps moving,
Ever flowing.
No time for resting,
Between the tragedies.
If only I could see.
Below are 2 of the many, many poems inspired by the only woman I have ever fallen completely in love with. We were friends in high school. Never dated or anything, mainly I think because of me. For the life of me I could not be myself around her, I was so overwhelmed with feelings that it totally screwed me up, I was totally dumbfounded. And of course I kept telling myself, "She must think you are weird!"; "God I'm such a dork!"; But we were good friends, we would talk on the phone for hrs. about everything. So now it is my life's work to totally forget her, which is going poorly if you care to know. :(
The “Gift” of Love
Callous is Fate, to the feelings of man,
Howsoever one wishes or prays.
Reciprocal love?
Inconsequential to the nature of things.
Salvation from love unquestionable?
There is no escape.
Insatiable, undeniable want.
Never will this need subside.
Everlasting these feelings will be.
Gift?
Is it really such?
Fortunate is the man who can find it.
Overwhelming to the mind and soul,
Love is the sweetest of all curses.
Forget
Why o why can I not forget you?
You cannot really be all that special.
Just another woman with a flirtatious little smile.
So hard I try to catch your attention, as futile as it may be.
So much time I waste concocting such silly little prose.
For acceptance? For love? Why do you suppose?
I try to convince myself, ‘Your eyes don’t really shine that bright?’
I even doubt your beauty exists in every light?
Just stay out of my dreams, I implore you please.
And one day we will be gone from each other’s memory.
Barely a wave in the ocean of our thoughts.
But wait… I wonder…
Perhaps you have already forgotten…
Perhaps you have already forgotten about me.