i've written 4 poems in my entire life when i was back in high school, this is the only one that isn't totally personalized with inside jokes and references. So there's a small chance it might be identified with in a general way at least.

Know when to fold ‘em (she’s spun)

I first saw her on a fiery pedestal,
which has fallen with time.
Desire cooled by waters of reason,
a figure now more human than divine.

For what reason does she turn away from me?

decievingly pure of heart and face,
so affected by the pains of the world,
Losing herself within her workplace,
unable to know or percieve others
her vision is blurred.

Listening to me with only half an ear,
the rest listening to her own inner pain,
she doesn't speak for me to hear,
preferring to live inside where it always rains.

dreaming of breaking down her walls,
a white knight freeing her from her sorrow
but rapunzel won't let down her hair,
retreated too far inside
down to the marrow.


This is dedicated to all those who may care...
but of she who sees you not, beware

so what you think? to angsty?

Definantly not too angsty. Very nice, and I like the fairy tale reference. Good work!

~Best Wishes~
Megan

good luck.... looking forward to read more of your writings.....

great work...the subtitle (she's spun) gives the tiny thought of a web is she the one caught in it or is she the one doing the spinning? food for thought...or thought for food...nice job

Nice poem!

Take care,
Silke

heh, actually 'spun' is an expression that me and my friends use for girls who aren't quite in touch with reality. I'm not sure how it got started, but when you say a girl is 'spun' is also implies not getting yourself involved in her mental mess for the sake of your own sanity.