Poetry Dump
I have a feeling that I'm going to be posting on here more and more and on DA less and less, just because it's hard to keep up with EXACTLY what I am and am not "allowed" to post on MY page at deviantart. Whatever, point is that I don't like to piss a whole bunch of people off, so I'll just gradually start moving over here. My more practical solution was going to be... don't read it, but you know...
Anyway, it's 4:30... so if I'm rambling that's why. I was headed to bed after dair and jen both went, but then I started writing stuff... Not all of it was a winner, but I thought a couple came out at least marginally presentable. I sort of feel like a lot of my poetry is basically me saying what I'm thinking without SAYING what I'm thinking, and this really isn't any different. Still, I used some big words, and one of them almost has a rhythm to it, so why not?
No quiet voice whispers in my ear tonight
no soft breathing lulls me to sleep
only the inhuman, mechanical sounds of a terribly neglected air conditioner.
I can faintly imagine uproarious laughter
from hundreds of miles away
and perhaps a quiet, sad chuckle
from somewhere nominally closer.
In this place, milage doesn't matter
Anywhere I want to be is "unreachable."
I understand in a way others can't
that beauty can be seen
in brightly colored words
glowing from a computer's moniter
Perhaps it becomes even more clear
when aesthetics aren't involved.
Still, there is a certain comfort to touch
and physical closeness
one that cannot be reached
when the room is empty
and quiet.
Maybe it's that seeing you
brings out the best in me
or the way that you persue your goals
so unrelentingly
Maybe it's because you have
no shame in being you
or because when I'm around you
I want to be me too
Maybe it's that optimistic,
glowing, vibrant charm
so contagious that by being near
I can feel safe from harm
Or maybe it's the fact
that you're always a surprise
or the passion that you have for life
or maybe I just like your eyes
Or a million other things that I
have probably left unsaid
but whatever the reason may be
I can't get you out of my head.
I'm just gonna say like I say on devart, any comments or critiques ALWAYS appreciated.
Anyway, it's 4:30... so if I'm rambling that's why. I was headed to bed after dair and jen both went, but then I started writing stuff... Not all of it was a winner, but I thought a couple came out at least marginally presentable. I sort of feel like a lot of my poetry is basically me saying what I'm thinking without SAYING what I'm thinking, and this really isn't any different. Still, I used some big words, and one of them almost has a rhythm to it, so why not?
No quiet voice whispers in my ear tonight
no soft breathing lulls me to sleep
only the inhuman, mechanical sounds of a terribly neglected air conditioner.
I can faintly imagine uproarious laughter
from hundreds of miles away
and perhaps a quiet, sad chuckle
from somewhere nominally closer.
In this place, milage doesn't matter
Anywhere I want to be is "unreachable."
I understand in a way others can't
that beauty can be seen
in brightly colored words
glowing from a computer's moniter
Perhaps it becomes even more clear
when aesthetics aren't involved.
Still, there is a certain comfort to touch
and physical closeness
one that cannot be reached
when the room is empty
and quiet.
Maybe it's that seeing you
brings out the best in me
or the way that you persue your goals
so unrelentingly
Maybe it's because you have
no shame in being you
or because when I'm around you
I want to be me too
Maybe it's that optimistic,
glowing, vibrant charm
so contagious that by being near
I can feel safe from harm
Or maybe it's the fact
that you're always a surprise
or the passion that you have for life
or maybe I just like your eyes
Or a million other things that I
have probably left unsaid
but whatever the reason may be
I can't get you out of my head.
I'm just gonna say like I say on devart, any comments or critiques ALWAYS appreciated.