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m32 — I stumble into doubt
Published: 2004-11-12 17:36:46 +0000 UTC; Views: 100; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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Love. What is this stupid feeling?It keeps on getting in my way.
How am I s’posed to live this life,
when there cant be platonic love?
What is this curse of poesy?
Why are the things I pen,
always decided differently
then other things I say?
What makes this form addictive -
a powerful, yet clumsy tool?
Are other people prejudiced,
or am I just a fool?
Can poems not show happiness,
without romantic love?
Are the words I write forsaken,
for other meanings then I meant?
What fucking right do scholars have,
to pick and analyze?
To tell ME what I think?!
* * *
These are but words on paper…
P’rhaps I just lack skill?
The way I use my imagery,
My similes and metaphors,
And other tools of trade.
P’rhaps I’m not a poet.
P’rhaps I’m just a fake.
The way I write these words,
completely without seeing,
the meanings that they take.
It makes me feel disparaged,
So useless and so weak…
Why do I write this poetry,
if I can’t say what I seek?
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i liked both of these but i especially liked the second version/half because it has more of a spark to it for me. nicely done . itd be cool if you cud even make it longer.
i was referred to you on a forum by your friend ~MidnightBoos
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