| Author | Message | ||
     Abm "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Abm Post Number: 2008 Registered: 04-2004 Rating: N/A |
You See in Me Where are you The me, I imagine When I close my eyes And pretend everything has Never happened and what I want Is all there is for me to think to me. Let us wish that I were a man If you can. And at least something as plain as that Be Or why would you feign feeling For the benefit of peace And then embrace sweet frailty That be made as manifest as The dew of morning upon flowers Glistening for you clearly to see. Can you know the truth Does it matter to you That in earnest I embrace inadequacy. Or maybe I am but a simpleton That at least in part Is the truth And it is you who are intent To be the doom of me. | ||
| Sisg "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Sisg Post Number: 126 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
Wow ABM... 2 poems in one day...feeling kinda poetic, huh? I ain't mad at ya! | ||
| Abm "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Abm Post Number: 2015 Registered: 04-2004 Rating: N/A |
Sisg, Thanks for recognizing my poetic efforts, paltry though they be.  I wish I were a poet. But I am too much a left-brained control-freak to allow the poetic muse to seduce me. I am astounded by Kola. Her poetry is so transcendent that it is as if she makes entire alternate worlds from out of the ether. Frankly, I am embarass to even remotely consider that what we do are the same. But I have become besotted with a string of personal troubles that have caused me to seek some form of mental distraction. And what I have done here recently is a (futile) attempt at achieving such. |
