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Knock Knock no ones home.
How sad am I to be alone.
Where are you.
I do not know.
Walks alone in the rain.
The broken half of a whole.
Alone i sit alone in a corner.
watching people.
acting like im not sitting alone for a reason,
pretending like i have homework to do,
like i need to be alone for some reason or another.
people walk by,
look at me then see how ugly i am and look away.
days become weeks and they still stare.
yet as quickly as they look upon me,
they still look away.
i ponder this.
i come home,
go to my room "the hole".
stare at the ceiling for an hour or so
praying that maybe Johan, or Stacey might call,
just to say hello.
and im still waiting for that phone call.
maybe they died?
forgot to wakeup?
or maybe im in some Groundhog Day dream?
who knows?
not i..
Knock Knock no ones home.
How sad am I to be alone.
Where are you.
I do not know.
Walks alone in the rain.
The broken half of a whole.
The destruction of one is just the being of another.
i like that Johan!
i like the poem
"People are crazy and times are strange, I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range,
I used to care, but things have changed..."
thanks. its not much of a poem tho. it doesnt really sound all to great. im not very good at this sort of thing. : |
Anna, I larve your poetry! And I think you're an awesome poet. Besides, you seem to write from the heart. The arbitrary concepts of "good" and "bad" and whether it "sounds" great don't matter as long as the feeling is there.Originally Posted by steelangelanna
Derek how did you get to be so sweet?
Your friends are right. I'm not really too experienced at this, but you have to have emotion for a poem to work. Your poem has all the emotion that is needed. It's friends like mine that inspire me to write in fact. You seem like you may have the same. That poem was very beautiful.
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.
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