The clock

qtegirl

Something I wrote a few weeks ago. I don't normally post here, and I don't normally write poetry. Actually, I think this is the first poem I've ever written. If it's total shit, please be gentle... but I'll take the criticism.

The clock tells me you've only been gone one hour
But in my heart it feels like a thousand hours
I look about but I cannot see you
My eyes closed to feel memories sweep thru

I first see your eyes beaming on me
like bolts of lightning piercing through me
I feel faint and strong at the same time
and think to myself "this must be a crime"

Then I feel your hand touching my arm
gently pulling as I slowly disarm
My knees get weak but they don't falter
My whole being your touch has altered

Slowly your lips graze my cheek
and I inhale but the air is bleak
Into your arms I fall like an autumn leaf
My heart you have stolen, shameless thief

Never again will my eyes reopen
Your touch in my mind forever frozen
For if my eyes should become unenclosed
your memory I fear might be deposed

Unless a promise to me is made today
When my eyes to the world I open again
The first thing I see are your beautiful eyes
And pierce me again like the French bise

chadwick

that's pretty damn spectacular for
being your first lil writing of poetry.
keep up the good work.

qtegirl

chadwick wrote:

that's pretty damn spectacular for
being your first lil writing of poetry.
keep up the good work.

Thanks, I really appreciate that. I wrote another little one since then. But, I'm afraid, inspiration has left me!

chadwick

qtegirl wrote:

Thanks, I really appreciate that. I wrote another little one since then. But, I'm afraid, inspiration has left me!

oh man
that stinks when that takes place

but yet it is there
you just gotta find it
and work with time a lil bit

everything, every moment, is to be viewed differently
by each individual

that's how i see it

to me, everything, every moment, is poetic
that's how my heart and mind work
in my own magical lil world

feel feel feel feel
internal