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Thursday, September 13, 2007


   There Are Moments When I Know It....
Well, there's a guy that I really like. The more I talk to him, the more it becomes blindingly apparent. I actually talked to him on the phone yesterday. The problem is, he's in another state. He did live in my state, but he moved to college. Also, I don't know if the feeling is mutual, but I'm afraid to find out. I've been hurt by too many guys, not all of them were necessarily boyfriends. He's a really nice guy. He somehow knows what a girl needs to hear. And we have a lot in common. It just feels so natural to talk to him, like there's something there...

Oh! I watched a documentary last night called "Thin". It was about women who have anorexia. They would admit themselves into this facility, and they weighed, like, 80 pounds. It really worried me because I only weigh 100. But I don't show anorexic signs. I like food. Junk food, mostly, but its food nonetheless. And I would never even THINK about making myself throw it back up! But I talked to my mom after it was over, and I told her about it, and I think she was a little worried. I just don't want her to worry about something useless like that. She has enough on her mind with my little brother and college tuition and my dad being on the road all the time.

Well, here's another poem. I got some positive feedback yesterday, so I decided I will try to post more poems. Please leave your thoughts. Enjoy!

"Alone"

Searching to find it,
That wonderful feeling,
A lingering gaze,
The playful smile,
Your warm touch,
One last kiss goodnight.
Trying to make rhyme out of reason,
Looking in darkness to find light,
Holding my own,
Alone.
Reaching for a helping hand,
Falling flat on my face,
Stumbling over yesterday,
Waiting for tomorrow.
Hope comes too soon,
Regret comes late,
You have yet to show.
A fleeting glimpse,
An image distorted by rain,
Restores my resolve.
Though I’m tired,
Soaked to the bone,
Dripping and cold,
I’ll find you someday.
This won’t continue,
This hollow feeling,
Through it all,
I’ll hold up.
I’m never alone.

Excel¤~
¤~~My wounds cry for the grave, my soul cries for deliverance~~¤


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