Unnamed Poem. (Please Read)

Banana-Rama

I was pretty hammered when I wrote this.....

Underneath my affection, lies something very dark
Obessions control my mindless mind
Everything seems to pass me by
Time after time, I cannot seem to grasp past lives
Why is this? Who is this? What is this?
Am I me? Who am I? What am I meant for?

I stare out the window at raindrops falling
Sprinkled one by one, dripping slowing
Fallling further along the glass that hasn't been washed in a lifetime
My breath fogs up the clearity that used to be indivisable
I cannot see out of it any longer

My objection has faded from wonderful feelings
Unto hardcore feelings for another person
We leave together on a plane headed towards another destanation
One I do not know nor understand
I hold onto him, tightly, never wanting to let go

I awake and now know that this can never be true
I attempt to convince myself that it is real
Feelings of romance are beneath me and I hate them
Still I cannot turn away and want this to happen and be open
Fathem my own feelings that this person might already be taken

What has been, once was, the ulitmate truth within my soul
I scream as I attempt to figure out...what was, what might be and what never was
These contexts are deeply hidden throughout time
Deeply rooted beings, with extremely human feelings and emotions
I really think I belong, infact I know.....I am one of them...I have become
ONE!!!


What do you guys think?

Anna_falk

I liked it, could vision pictures in my head when I read it !

pearljoy

Your blocks of thoughts and emotions are well described - we are all searching for that connection - past & present, lives - you are one of us, indeed.....

coleen

i liked this so much and i'm glad you trusted us enough to share it.

i get a lot of what you said here. you might find as i have, that one day all those confusing emotions will sort themselves in such a way that you'll be able to smile at the goodness of those days past, cherish the connection, and still be okay with it if things didn't work out the way you might have thought they would.

keep writing, even if you choose not to share it all here, keep writing.

Ms. Haiku

15 years ago I wrote a poem stoned. It was a dumb dumb dumb poem - so beneath the talent I thought I had I knew I could never write a poem stoned again. It was about a page long and it had a line:

"the green rolls of my shirt" because interestingly enough I was wearing a green turtleneck - who'd knew


If you are not hammered what do you think of your poem?

Banana-Rama

I guess I worded it wrong, I only had 4 Mikes and was on an emotional high after finding out some good news. I was also drop dead tired. My point being a combo of alcohol (which I have incredibly high tolerence for), being happy and tired all in one, made for an interesting write.

I actually enjoy it and I am trying to sort out my emotions and what my words meant at the time. My writtings seem to be great when I am depressed, happy or on some sort of emotional extreme.

I will have to post more of my "sober" work.....:D

Thanks for the comments!

Ms. Haiku

Banana-Rama wrote:

I will have to post more of my "sober" work.....:D

Sorry, sorry, sorry :-)
I think I may have sounded judgemental a little. I didn't like my earlier poem, but as long as a poet is happy with his/her poem then the sky's the limit!