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i feel as if i've matured since i've been on here. i'm no longer the one who wants only to be a jedi knight in some nonexistent fantasy world...i'm finally awake to the real or quasi-real world that i must face every day of my life. and i know that i cannot follow in anyone's footsteps. i must be a spontaneous, new face in a world of gray, kind of like how ee cummings was in the realm of poetry. i cannot be worried with life's syntax or it's capital letters. i must think about how horribly i see myself and how wonderful it would be to change, i must find a way to change though it seems impossible to, and i must figure out what i'm going to do in life and whether or not i'm going to heaven after said hard-knock life. grammar and semicolons and things of that nature will not help in this almost eternal quest i have been on since birth. This quest, one that everyone is on until the day of judgment...that is my true life story.
now I know
exactly why
romeo ached to be
the glove on juliets hand
...
Actually, the whole entire poem's subject to change. give tips if you want. Dedicated to all the people I've ever cared about, even the ones who hurt me, played me, and lied to me. They were my angels...once upon a time. Based on a painfully true story.
i still dream about it...
reaching across the chasm
...
if i could but have that luxury
that luxury which is forever your soul
i won't ever want to leave i'll stay
here, (smiling/laughing
...
Pain.
I know it's there.
I can't truly feel it now, but
only because it's sleeping in
...
(I'm afraid ;) = (
that's right, afraid
of what they'll think of me
if my voice cracks in the
...