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mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
edited January 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I would marry you today,
Or tomorrow, or thereafter
If only you would acknowledge me.
And I can't help but think
That you'll never understand
How much I love you, regardless
Of how much karma I send.
And I spend myself, pennies
At a time, to be there for you,
If you ever open your eyes,
To see me.

I feel like an obstacle in your path,
One you avoid as a daily chore,
Like an enormous block of stone.
And I chisel clues into my stone faces
Hoping that you'll glance up
And read me, and recognize.
But you don't.

And still he hurts you, almost daily,
And it's not his fault. Nor yours.
How can I fault you for chasing lost love?
I've wasted years of myself
Chasing things less tangible.
But still, how can I bide myself?
Just as it fills me with life
To see you enter a room,
And smile...
It drains me when you leave
With a wave...

You can never know how much
It hurts me not to be yours.
And I know I never will be.
And still I wait, knowing I can love
No one, until you are beyond me.
You hold me without trying.
And no keys.

I can't blame you, you don't know
Can't know, it's not possible
For you to treat me so indifferent
Unless you are oblivious.
And so I sit, in a cell of my own creation,
Building a life for us in my mind.
...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    i like the expression as there is no doubt about what ur talking about.

    it is universal and sad. i have been there, wanting to be loved by sm1 just not quite available.. or the one whose teases and simple pleases led me to believe and surely, when aware, i did leave.

    excellent poem.. Thank You
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
    olderman wrote:
    i like the expression as there is no doubt about what ur talking about.

    it is universal and sad. i have been there, wanting to be loved by sm1 just not quite available.. or the one whose teases and simple pleases led me to believe and surely, when aware, i did leave.

    excellent poem.. Thank You


    Thanks...

    I think a lot of people have been where I am.

    The worst part is this: "And still I wait, knowing I can love/ No one, until you are beyond me." I've tried, and so long as she's here, I can't.

    Just feels good to get it off my chest, once in a while... and none of my friends wants to hear about it anymore...
    ...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    there is a sweetness in so many of the lines here

    i especially enjoyed the bits about "spending myself, pennies at a time" and "chasing things less tangible". i can't verbalize what it is about them that gave an ever so slight tug to my heart.

    i'm hoping that someday sooner than later, you will hear the gentle sweetness as love calls you by your name. :)
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    I sit and wait on someone myself
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    I like what you wrote
    and I would have said
    it in my other post
    but I forgot
    and at the last second
    I tried but
    I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EDIT MY POSTS

    why the fuck not?
    I'll never know

    really.........
    it hits home with me
  • I love love love this poem
    It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
    but memories...they eat me
    I've seen it all before,...
    bring it on cause I'm no victim.
    -Ghost
  • mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
    a poet wrote:
    I love love love this poem


    That's quite a compliment, coming from a poet...

    I'm more of a lyricist... which is like a poet, but with hooks.
    ...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
  • i don't know y this made me squerm in my pantiz. but may b if u made urself more obivous then she wouln't b oblivios.

    i luv, love, LOOOOVE this ververy mutch.

    now i wanna find u.

    heehee!
  • mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
    pinktips wrote:
    i don't know y this made me squerm in my pantiz.

    Not exactly the reaction I was shooting for... hmm...
    pinktips wrote:
    but may b if u made urself more obivous then she wouln't b oblivios.

    i luv, love, LOOOOVE this ververy mutch.

    now i wanna find u.

    heehee!

    She has an on-again-off-again boyfriend.

    You can't find me. I'm in hiding.
    ...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
  • hey dude she obivously isn't that into u. stopp barken up the rong tree. quit livin in ur mind.
    edna spent it all for some guy n he dont care. he wants a trphy wife. that gets so old. edna is one of a kind.
  • mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
    is it strange
    that i find it hard to breathe
    when she's here?
    ...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
  • Heartache can inspire such beautiful things.

    And I've been thinking, maybe, that we like it that way.
    Misery is a muse.
  • But love - passionate, fulfilled, whole - can be inspiring as well, perhaps more than misery.

    "She has an on-again-off-again boyfriend"? Is that what she deserves? Stop being a puss! Tell her!
  • (Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large - I contain multitudes. - Whitman)

    p.s. I like your poem. It is very nice.
  • mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
    tsopotelba wrote:
    p.s. I like your poem. It is very nice.


    Thanks.

    I just talked to her about it, actually, this afternoon.

    She's not interested (she and the boyfriend are on right now)...

    But I feel better.

    I can breathe.
    ...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
  • I just talked to her about it, actually, this afternoon.

    She's not interested (she and the boyfriend are on right now)...

    But I feel better.

    I can breathe.

    I'm sorry to hear that. But breathing is good. And, I think, feeling bad about things that have happened is more productive than feeling bad about what-ifs.

    Also, I'm sorry I called you a puss.
  • mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
    tsopotelba wrote:
    Also, I'm sorry I called you a puss.


    It's okay.

    I am a puss.

    But I'm working on it.
    ...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
  • It's okay.

    I am a puss.

    But I'm working on it.


    No, don't let someone who doesn't even know you get away with calling you a puss! Tell me to fuck off, you puss! Come on, I deserve it!
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    fuk off you puss....he4hehehehehehehehehe
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • mccreadyisgodmccreadyisgod Bumfuq, MT Posts: 6,395
    tsopotelba wrote:
    No, don't let someone who doesn't even know you get away with calling you a puss! Tell me to fuck off, you puss! Come on, I deserve it!


    Let's face it...

    Once a guy decides he's head-over-heels in love with a girl, he's a puss. He's putty in her hands. He no longer has any spine.

    Of course, girls want guys who are assertive, and assertive boyfriends aren't ever 100% in that relationship. They're fine with it, so long as things are going well... but if she freaks out, or someone else comes into the picture...

    Eh.

    Time for Cuervo.

    Oh, and fuck off.
    ...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
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