The Object of No Desire
When first the poetry flowed
as did the sandwiches and the soda and the cigarettes
it was known that I was the new one
I was the unfamiliar one
I was the one who sat amongst the beautiful people
being not one myself
When first eyes met and laughs were shared
as were the germs and the glances and the cigarettes
it was known that work and school were to be ignored
art and friendship were to be cherished
I lost so many of my preconceptions on Life
Now that things have slowed
to a familiar hum in the walls and the air and the doors
Now that we share the poetry and the cigarettes
I sit amongst the beautiful people
as one of them
Stupid little poem, but this has been on my mind recently. When first I started spending time with the people I now want only to spend my time with I was the ugly duckling. I was new, and unsure of myself, and back in the day I had a temper. But somehow my friends stuck by me and helped me to, and prevented me from, becoming who I am today. Now it's strange to think that I'm so close to the people I only ever hoped to be friends with. Living with one of them and and am planning on living two others. Odd how this happens. Kind of like Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, he doesn't change but the readers' perception of him does and therefor he becomes a likable character. My thoughts are too fragmented now to really post anything worth while, and for that I apologize. I think in poems now, not even full sentences. So many things and it's like I have convenient ADD. Only it isn't...because I sound like an idiot.
as did the sandwiches and the soda and the cigarettes
it was known that I was the new one
I was the unfamiliar one
I was the one who sat amongst the beautiful people
being not one myself
When first eyes met and laughs were shared
as were the germs and the glances and the cigarettes
it was known that work and school were to be ignored
art and friendship were to be cherished
I lost so many of my preconceptions on Life
Now that things have slowed
to a familiar hum in the walls and the air and the doors
Now that we share the poetry and the cigarettes
I sit amongst the beautiful people
as one of them
Stupid little poem, but this has been on my mind recently. When first I started spending time with the people I now want only to spend my time with I was the ugly duckling. I was new, and unsure of myself, and back in the day I had a temper. But somehow my friends stuck by me and helped me to, and prevented me from, becoming who I am today. Now it's strange to think that I'm so close to the people I only ever hoped to be friends with. Living with one of them and and am planning on living two others. Odd how this happens. Kind of like Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, he doesn't change but the readers' perception of him does and therefor he becomes a likable character. My thoughts are too fragmented now to really post anything worth while, and for that I apologize. I think in poems now, not even full sentences. So many things and it's like I have convenient ADD. Only it isn't...because I sound like an idiot.