| Defrosting Lack of feeling Just so happens To be A feeling� It�s just a so very dull one. We crave the drama; Some crave the stage� Others crave the scenery� Give me the love story Tell me I mean something More than I seem Pretend you notice When I smile And try To meet your eyes (they�re hard to look into; like Medusa without the snakes) monotony is perhaps worse than depression. No one ever looks my way and I am never seen and you never read my mind like I wish you would and I know this is my fault but I�m so sick of trying and failing And why Am I The only one Who appreciates Subtext? My prose consists Of things I�ve never Felt And my advice Is not born from experience And I am a mere hypocrite, Spouting words of so-called wisdom Wise? Wisdom comes with bravery, does it not? I never received my share. I never speak to you. Nunca voy a olviderte. Ya tu me olvides. We speak such a complex language If we speak at all I know you don�t speak to me. I am a pitiful Buddhist� Questing for the unattainable� Living for the unknown. I�d like to learn someday soon How overrated kisses really are, Or if I�m not so insensible As I make myself out to be. I�d like to dance to my Favorite slow song, And feel for once as if It was something worth remembering And cherishing for always. Always, and forever. I wish I knew What the indentation was for. I wish I knew What I was talking about. I wish I knew Why they call it falling. The song one wants to hear the most Is never on the radio. Never going to forget you. You already forget me. Couldn�t remember to begin with, Impossible to be forgotten. The name�s not Amy. Honor Roll Creative Writing Club Concert Choir Only yearbook photos And application fillers� Poetry Prose Carefully hidden sketches Inkblots on my wall And on my sheets Tears You�ll never see. Not numb only Also lonely Unintentional rhyme For less than a dime Intentional that time. No pity, nor Condolences, Nor someday. It is not Today and that Is not Enough For me When I need Something This Desperately. Routine Does not Agree With me. love poems anonymous |