Friday, July 27, 2007

.24

it is not as if i haven't been writing.
i do that every day.
i have no choice in that matter.
what i allow you to read -
i have control over that.
you might understand that i am deeply smitten.
i have lost sight of whether these poems 
show i'm suspect to being half-crazy.
but i think again, they actually prove i am.

who else would so cordially,
so archaically express himself this way.
afraid of rejection and almost certain of receiving it,
i have become that social retard,
and as such the writings
have gotten more sorrowful and even masochistic.

i will post again,
and as i continue to write,
it shows i continue to keep you alive deep within myself -
albeit in an idealistic and perfect way -
and that is based on you and
what i have enjoyed all about you.

4 comments:

-sw said...

thats because you like rejection

Posted by unole on Dec 2, 2007 9:51 PM

-sw said...

from the woman who wrote::

I'm just going where ever the wind blows me. You will forever be in my heart and we shall meet again I want my love in my arms. that way i may stand still. But until we find our way back home. I must fly to another land. but remember you are in my heart and though i maybe far. our spirits will be close and we shall meet again.
Written by Krista Hubbard 4-27

[AND you wrote it on my birthday!]

Posted by Shorty Wardrobe on Dec 2, 2007 10:07 PM

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Unknown said...

I did write that on your birthday. :) I am glad you left behind your poems for the world to enjoy. Memories and poems and your favorite places are all i have left of you now. I miss you...