A Musing…
Do not apologize for what you mean to do,
You know I am happy for you
You will never see my hurt hidden between the lines
it seems to have been a lost cause for all this time
I said it, I meant it, through and through
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I hope you have it in you to understand my apprehension
that the words you use to talk me through, have inherent condescension
I want you to know
the strength it took to show
what I look like inside out, my heart and parts open for dissection
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once again, I guess I don’t fit in, I’ve always been a late bloomer
and if you knew the Me that’s true, it isn’t just a rumor
but you can only know
some silly stuff I show
believe if you could, that I am really good at situational humor
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perhaps it seems on this Internet thing my demeanor is reserved
like in science, the reason behind it, is that my energy is conserved
my words here are topical
my success isn’t optional
my inner beauty, for the special one to see, and who deserves it
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I keep my words few, and try to use, my learned vocabulary
but that doesn’t mean that I’m not keen on using it sparingly
I’m not giving up
this fire’s turnt up
but after all this, you must show me Miss, the feel of you really caring
August 10, 2013 at 7:17 PM
Part of the poem that caught my attention as I read was meaning a reserved demeanor on the Internet. It’s interesting how we act differently when on the Internet. Some people are more cautious while others are braver to the point of rudeness.
August 10, 2013 at 7:49 PM
I tend to be more reserved, my son is 19 now, but his earlier youth instilled it in me, just knowing how many kids browse through stuff… I do my part to keep it more reserved, and intelligent 🙂 plus my style of jokes doesn’t translate as well into text 🙂
August 10, 2013 at 8:05 PM
I have yet to find the sarcasm key on my laptop.
August 10, 2013 at 9:24 PM
if you find it, let me know too please…
August 10, 2013 at 8:24 PM
Beautiful poem. It follows a chronological order that makes the poem seem less like random words jotted unto paper and more like a flowing river that has a course. Please read mine and give feedback. http://yukilifetolive.wordpress.com/2013/08/09/story-of-a-man/
August 10, 2013 at 9:36 PM
thank you, you have some really great poems yourself, they have a haunting quality that is felt, and insinuate a loneliness that grieves for company, but would be empty in a crowded room, despite the adoration of the entire place. Brilliantly seductive, and depressingly charming. I like them that I have read :-0
August 24, 2013 at 7:14 PM
You’re incredibly talented! Just so you know.
August 24, 2013 at 7:20 PM
thank you. I hate to think of all the years I have lost because of fear, and shyness, but spilt milk… I get the time in front of me, and I am grateful for it. I truly appreciate your compliment… I don’t get them much 🙂 try the Written Poetry link on top, it has all my poems in one spot to peruse 🙂
August 24, 2013 at 7:26 PM
You’re very welcome. Yes spilt milk…Maybe now is just the right timing. 🙂 I’m going over to your place now..lol
August 24, 2013 at 7:48 PM
if you are coming over to my place, bring wine and cheese 😀
August 24, 2013 at 7:50 PM
well the problem with that is, i don’t know that they would make it over to your place before they were finished up! lol
August 24, 2013 at 8:12 PM
LOL, then you likely wouldn’t make it very far! Blackberry wine with a sharp cheese would be my suggestion, and perhaps some good crackers 🙂
August 24, 2013 at 8:13 PM
Now I’m drooling on my keyboard!
August 24, 2013 at 8:33 PM
that isn’t good for your keyboard, LOL
August 24, 2013 at 10:40 PM
i know! ha!
August 24, 2013 at 8:33 PM
I am happy to make you drool however…
August 24, 2013 at 10:40 PM
lol
August 25, 2013 at 7:17 AM
🙂