Poems the sequel: JASMINE
Guess the topic of today's sappy ass poems.
Number one was just scribbled in a notebook around grade 8... missing this girl who I felt something... unique for. All I have is a scrap where I tore it from a notebook. It is being titled right now because, before now, it was title-less. Awesome. So if the title sucks, it sucks, but it is fitting anyway.
"Torn piece of belief"
I believe love is waiting all day
just for a chance to hear her voice.
I believe love is waiting for the weekend
just for a chance to be with her.
I believe love is waiting forever
just for a chance to love her.
I believe love is waiting.
Poem number two is from around grade 9 and it was to show Jasmine that I was reserved... but willing to show a bit for her. Some things never change.
What I fear
Things I fear, I keep to myself,
locked in my heart, upon a high shelf,
always to be hidden and never released.
Yet with this poem, that practice has ceased.
I forever fear I might speak the wrong word
One's spoken before; one's you've already heard.
Words that aren't right; words that are lies
spoken from lips that may never apologize.
Also I fear I might do the wrong thing
act as I shouldn't from improper thinking.
Acting too soon, or not soon enough.
Acting too shy, or possibly too tough.
I fear us drifting, of us losing touch.
No matter how close, it could never be enough.
I know where you live, and I know where you are.
Although it's but miles, it still seems so far.
I fear for the future, of me not being here,
of not being with you, not having you near.
No matter when, should we tragically part
I fear you won't know that you own my heart.
People I love, this poem they might find
and with its words, I solemnly bind
my heart to yours, for always, forever.
Never alone, always together.
Okay, so it's bad, really bad. But that is what you get from love poems half the time anyway. I realize that when I publish it now, it all seems like a lie since we're no longer together and everything is "fine". Not only is it a lie, but it sucks. ANYWAY, it was what it was, ad it is what it is. Deep huh? :)
Number three was written when she and I finally came to a real and final end toward the end of my 11th year and the begining of my 12th grade year. I haven't really read this since I wrote it, so as it stands now, I remember liking it. It came quickly and it stung like hell, but it rang true and probably still does. Let's see.
Hope to Forget
I hope that you are happy now.
I hope that he treats you well.
I hope that someday you'll forget
how I put us both through hell.
I hope you mean the world to him.
I hope he means the world to you.
I hope that you can forget about
all of the chances that I blew.
I hope that he keeps on buying.
I hope that you keep on taking.
I hope that one day you'll forget
all the mistakes i've been making.
I hope you fall in love with him.
I hope you feel like you're in heaven.
I hope that you can forget about
September seventh, ninty-seven.
I hope he brings you a new life.
I hope he clears your memory.
I hope that someday you'll forget
every little thing about me.
The rhyme scheme is nearly flawless but the flow is a little... elementary. 9/7/97 was the first day Jasmine and I started dating (our final and longest run). 9797. I wonder why I never loved that number.
Anyway, these poems were a little weak but hey, so is all of my writing. The next stuff will be mixed, but I figured since I had a few floating around in my ANd1 box (along with about 2 dozen other poems about her) I'd throw them up here. I allready have 3 more lined up for posting... probably friday morning. We'll see. Any thoughts anyone?
Number one was just scribbled in a notebook around grade 8... missing this girl who I felt something... unique for. All I have is a scrap where I tore it from a notebook. It is being titled right now because, before now, it was title-less. Awesome. So if the title sucks, it sucks, but it is fitting anyway.
"Torn piece of belief"
I believe love is waiting all day
just for a chance to hear her voice.
I believe love is waiting for the weekend
just for a chance to be with her.
I believe love is waiting forever
just for a chance to love her.
I believe love is waiting.
Poem number two is from around grade 9 and it was to show Jasmine that I was reserved... but willing to show a bit for her. Some things never change.
What I fear
Things I fear, I keep to myself,
locked in my heart, upon a high shelf,
always to be hidden and never released.
Yet with this poem, that practice has ceased.
I forever fear I might speak the wrong word
One's spoken before; one's you've already heard.
Words that aren't right; words that are lies
spoken from lips that may never apologize.
Also I fear I might do the wrong thing
act as I shouldn't from improper thinking.
Acting too soon, or not soon enough.
Acting too shy, or possibly too tough.
I fear us drifting, of us losing touch.
No matter how close, it could never be enough.
I know where you live, and I know where you are.
Although it's but miles, it still seems so far.
I fear for the future, of me not being here,
of not being with you, not having you near.
No matter when, should we tragically part
I fear you won't know that you own my heart.
People I love, this poem they might find
and with its words, I solemnly bind
my heart to yours, for always, forever.
Never alone, always together.
Okay, so it's bad, really bad. But that is what you get from love poems half the time anyway. I realize that when I publish it now, it all seems like a lie since we're no longer together and everything is "fine". Not only is it a lie, but it sucks. ANYWAY, it was what it was, ad it is what it is. Deep huh? :)
Number three was written when she and I finally came to a real and final end toward the end of my 11th year and the begining of my 12th grade year. I haven't really read this since I wrote it, so as it stands now, I remember liking it. It came quickly and it stung like hell, but it rang true and probably still does. Let's see.
Hope to Forget
I hope that you are happy now.
I hope that he treats you well.
I hope that someday you'll forget
how I put us both through hell.
I hope you mean the world to him.
I hope he means the world to you.
I hope that you can forget about
all of the chances that I blew.
I hope that he keeps on buying.
I hope that you keep on taking.
I hope that one day you'll forget
all the mistakes i've been making.
I hope you fall in love with him.
I hope you feel like you're in heaven.
I hope that you can forget about
September seventh, ninty-seven.
I hope he brings you a new life.
I hope he clears your memory.
I hope that someday you'll forget
every little thing about me.
The rhyme scheme is nearly flawless but the flow is a little... elementary. 9/7/97 was the first day Jasmine and I started dating (our final and longest run). 9797. I wonder why I never loved that number.
Anyway, these poems were a little weak but hey, so is all of my writing. The next stuff will be mixed, but I figured since I had a few floating around in my ANd1 box (along with about 2 dozen other poems about her) I'd throw them up here. I allready have 3 more lined up for posting... probably friday morning. We'll see. Any thoughts anyone?