Lately I've been pining for lost love. More like mired in despair really, because I'm in love with a girl who no longer wants me.
So, I wrote a little poem. Since high school I've generally tried to shy away from /love lost/forlorn/sorrow/pitiable me/ stuff in my writing, but this turned out to be just that. Perhaps I'm turning a different leaf.
Please forgive my whacky stylistic tendencies, wierd ass naming conventions and gratuitious imagery.
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notes: At first it was all modern and didn't rhyme. Then I decided to take the road less poetically hip, and made it rhyme. Also, an earlier incarnation had a line I really liked, "blacken my days, lone hours of night". It seemed to mess up the cadence though, so I dropped it in an effort to keep things short and sweet(ish).
What do you think?
So, I wrote a little poem. Since high school I've generally tried to shy away from /love lost/forlorn/sorrow/pitiable me/ stuff in my writing, but this turned out to be just that. Perhaps I'm turning a different leaf.
Please forgive my whacky stylistic tendencies, wierd ass naming conventions and gratuitious imagery.
p20040405
notes: At first it was all modern and didn't rhyme. Then I decided to take the road less poetically hip, and made it rhyme. Also, an earlier incarnation had a line I really liked, "blacken my days, lone hours of night". It seemed to mess up the cadence though, so I dropped it in an effort to keep things short and sweet(ish).
What do you think?
As for the love, it's never "lost..." think on this in an atypical way, if you can.
Many good thoughts to you.
SJ
reply to 2nd reply - glad of it, heartfelt, least i can offer, truly