May 29, 2004, 09:06 PM
All i see are blank faces scattered on a page wait for me to write a story about everything I know, everything i am and everything that will be. I'ts impossible to know the future. All we can do is imagine what will happen and how we like it to be or how our hopes will somehow come crashing down to leave us in our despair. I want to believe the best in people. I'm just still waiting around for somebody to prove me right. I get so dissapointed when my people let me down. The tears flow and my heart breaks for them. Then come these blank emotions. I don't even know where they come from sometimes. They just surround me and comsume me in their viciousness. They are a strange enemy to me, a forgn intruder I have not a drop of anitdote for. They cover me like a sickness. A hovering veil of darkness almost, but they always pass and I just wait around for the day when I'm free to graze in lifes pastures until the time they return. I'm fed dishes of lies filled with pleanty of treats and pleasures to fill my hungering emptyness. But the taste lingers on my tongue and fills me for the moment until the time comes that i hunger again. I need this nourishment to survive I tell myself. Do i need it?
May 29, 2004, 10:06 PM
Your poem is well-written, fluid and paints a dark picture well. You use language, like I do, to paint pictures and yours are vivid. Your message, and desire is clearly detailed. I like that. You have a firm grasp on our language. This poem attests to your talent. I think we all yearn for the same thing. We all want to find good people or bring out the best in them. So, many times, however, as your poem suggests, we are let down.
Fear not, this is a great family of poets who invite you to join us as much as you can and share your talented work with us. We are elated to see you post your work here and hope you will share more with us. You are most welcome among us. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I normally post on the main poetry board but stopped here to see what was going on and here I found a little gem of a poem. Makes the stop well worth it.
Your poetic friend,