Poetry Update
Sorry its been so long since I've posted poetry here. I've started to add new poems to facebook. I'll try to add them soon, but in the meanwhile you can holla at my notes there.
This requires a little bit of reading into, but its honest and my first poem since the beginning of the summer and being at home (with the parents), and away from her*.
Accepted
(Written 06/04/08 - 06/13/08)
I die by lies
Everyday I'm in your presence,
Injured as I'm required to hide my true essence
Behind what you desire to see,
Even as I long for someone to free me
And to simply love me
For who I am.
Every night I pray
For a way to make it right,
But again I've failed you;
Left with nothing to do or say
But to love you just the same.
I'll always be your son,
But I can't be the one forever
Following blindly,
Dutifully unquestioning,
Righting our wrongs,
And pretending you're strong.
You preach your beliefs
With no relief,
Just hindrance
And twisted ignorance,
Contradictions,
And addictions to hope for
Infectious perfection nonexistent.
She's touched me in ways I could never explain,
Or again hope to entertain.
Like an April shower, she's washed away my worries.
And this amazing feeling she's giving me,
Is greater than any ever written into
Fairy tales, fables, or bedtime stories.
Accept it.
I love her.
And she loves me back.
What's wrong with that?
This requires a little bit of reading into, but its honest and my first poem since the beginning of the summer and being at home (with the parents), and away from her*.
Accepted
(Written 06/04/08 - 06/13/08)
I die by lies
Everyday I'm in your presence,
Injured as I'm required to hide my true essence
Behind what you desire to see,
Even as I long for someone to free me
And to simply love me
For who I am.
Every night I pray
For a way to make it right,
But again I've failed you;
Left with nothing to do or say
But to love you just the same.
I'll always be your son,
But I can't be the one forever
Following blindly,
Dutifully unquestioning,
Righting our wrongs,
And pretending you're strong.
You preach your beliefs
With no relief,
Just hindrance
And twisted ignorance,
Contradictions,
And addictions to hope for
Infectious perfection nonexistent.
She's touched me in ways I could never explain,
Or again hope to entertain.
Like an April shower, she's washed away my worries.
And this amazing feeling she's giving me,
Is greater than any ever written into
Fairy tales, fables, or bedtime stories.
Accept it.
I love her.
And she loves me back.
What's wrong with that?