Poem#2 Cute Love

Like a star, I'm falling
Like the sun, I'm bright
And when I trip over and fall
I fall into your arms on this starry night
I fell into your arms
like I always wished I did
And now that I have
I feel safe not even a little timid
I wished for so many things
but now I wish for one
And that wish is
For you to stick with me
and run when I run
I knew I loved you
That very day
When I fell into your arms
And you stole my heart away


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Poem#1 Scarily Calm

So
there's this advertisement
but it's forcing us
forcing us to be normal and boring
not ourselves
but there's this panic deep within society
though everyone keeps it down and secret
I can't find it
everyone's walking around me in circles
keeping scarily calm
A blanket of ignorance surrounds the world

Understanding importance

I don't know what to say and as I most probably won't say much, I'll put past written poems up just so this blog remains unforgotten....sort of...

My thoughts on poetry before i start posting previous poems /short stories.

Poetry gives meaning when no one else dooes

Others less fortunate seem more fortunate

Understanding a kid's pain at seeing fights that tear apart the two wholes that make up a whole world to a kid. It's hard until you realise it might be happening right in front of you.

Poetry gives words an importance that carries the weight of heavy burdens or immense joys, or intense grief, or [unlimited] euphorious love.

John Keats to his brother George, 1819.

"The great beauty of poetry is, that it makes every thing every place interesting."

Why is it...

Hello,

I've never had a blog before so disregard any nonsense, or don't actually. The nonsense may be the most important thing I have to say. But that of course may be a perceptive matter.

I prefer writing poems because they're not all so obvious and only I know the true meaning. But this is a blog not a poem. So i shall go on.

What is it that people normally write in a blog?

Probably nothing I might write in one. For instance, whatever I have just written, or maybe people do?

Well, so...

Why is it that, for the life of my happiness, I keep hoping for the wrong things?

I do prefer to write things on paper but in this case, I want to be heard.

I do wish I had a sign or epiphany of a kind that might direct me to figure the reasons my life has turned out like it has. I do indeed find trying to reason with myself taxing and am certain that I am lead to the truth. But then something happens which doubts my truth. If only I could read minds; everything would be so much easier to figure out. Or maybe it might lead to more questions...

The just conclusion to my previous conclusions is that life is too short to keep making the wrong conclusions. To forget the past is indeed a treasure depending on whether you are to chose the memories to be lost. TO be sure, only a fool could dwell on one failed romance over and over again. My flaw is to hope. This flaw is associated with goodness and yet, in this case, it is not. It is only a gift to those who hope for the right things instead of the wrong things. Someone should take my hope and steal it away in the dead of night for me never to see again for there is no point in hope if it is for the wrong things.

It is fairly cold, my hands are soosososo cold. anyway ...

I think to disregard my last two entries (as this was written in my diary) for the fact that I am now able to come to maybe another wrong conclusion which is that whatever was said was only said and not meant. I do believe this is correct for if it weren't I might've spoken to the person in doubt by now instead of been ignored. I do quite enjoy the idea of a blog though the feeling of meaningfulness does not come often. Mostly coming when a subject of interest arises in my life. I believe that I've never understood the reason for a diary before because I've never intimately loved someone so before now. Feelings are what issues the desire to write one's thoughts (this made complete sense when i wrote it...-frown-). Although I have had thoughts that do not require feeling to be thought about. However, the only time I do write in here, mostly, is when someone whom I'm intimate with, even if it's in the past, somehow happens in my life. History repeating itself is what is taught not to do and yet here I am, making it repeat itself again. But this time I am less irrational. This may be my 'girly' side that is, my interest in love, especially my own. It is such a broad subject but it contains my interest thoroughly. This may be because it brings up emotions, feelings that I've never felt before. Happiness used to be my life until love found it/stumbled upon me. Maybe it decided to screw with me to make me become more sensitive to everything as I was originally just logical and rational about most things. Or it likes to prove that cliches exist. "It'll find you when you least expect/want it."

Time to finish

Hopefully happy reading.

Seeya Strangers