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I haven’t put anything up in a while, and for that I apologize.  Been trying to work out this idea I have.  I want to write this story, the initial entry into a long running series.  But the hard part is always getting started for me.  Oh well.  I have a title, Parallel.  I have a premise, an outline. The characters, pretty much all the tools I need to begin.  Anyway, in the mean time while I work through things, here is my latest poem.  It’s Untitled, just like this post.  Enjoy.

So before we ever met
Your whole essence ruled my mind.

Now everyday starts in pain
Since it’s you I cannot find.

Still feel you close in my heart
Knew your feel before we touched.

Those pillow lips when we kissed
Your satin skin when we clutched.

At night I’m begging to sleep
In dreams we’re never apart.

You whisper words in my ear
Strumming cords within my heart.

The image that you project
So close to pure perfection.

And the gaze you glare at me
Filled deep with pure affection.

Awaking leaves me moody
These waken days just drag on.

Knowing I’ll never find her
My dream girl’s forever gone.

Or rather, never was there
All she was couldn’t be real.

Not one beauty that I’ve seen
Could match that beauty’s appeal.

Maybe dreams are fit for dreams
Can’t expect this world to match.

By blindly chasing a dream
I’m missing the easy catch.

Poetry Dissection: Sorrow

Often, when people read my poetry the first thing that comes to their mind is the inspiration behind the poem. ‘Did this happen to you?’ ‘Is this about (so-and-so)?’ So I figured through this blog, I will pick select poems and give a brief account behind why I wrote it. Who knows how interesting this might get. So, the first poem on the chopping block is Sorrow.

Ok, so during my early college years, you can say I was sort of reckless in some of the relationships I chose to have.  There was this girl who I knew had feelings for me that eclipsed the feelings I had for her.  At the time, I knew the way in which our relationship was going, things were going to end very ugly.  Love, lust, carnal attraction – all are such dangerous things because each cloud your better judgment.  I took the feelings this girl had for me and used them to my own end and it wasn’t until the situation had ended that I looked at myself with shame. I wrote this poem as a way to tell her, I was sorry.  Although I sent the poem, I never heard back from her – which was probably for the best.

So what did I learn?  First off, I was a prick.  Can’t even deny that.  Secondly, saying sorry to someone does not help them.  When you apologize, it is mainly for your own conscious.  I hope when people apologize, they have an understanding about this.  You do wrong, okay.  You apologize, okay.  But expecting the target of your  foulness to be on board with you is also wrong.  I’m glad I was able to come away form that situation a bit wiser in how to treat people and how to expect to be treated.