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Meh, I don't always write poetry, but when I do, it comes out as pure angst, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Stand back
![]() I try to forget I try to forget I try to forget I try to forget I try to forget That I am alone I point to my friends I smile, or I try Hardly interject, since I don't make sense Just go along, it was natural I'm not like you, but it's okay I still love you I care about you, but "I can never understand" This will never be over or if it is, when? How? The day I give up everything to be with someone far away or just to know them from afar I'd be content with anything. I try to forget that I am still here if only because I don't want to feel lonely but I'll never stop looking. Though I've never seen your face or any evidence at all so far, I know you're alive. I know you're there. |
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I really like that poem, I feel that it might be inspired by current events though.
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I actually really liked it, Moco... It's in a form like i haven't seen before. It seems to be a simple and endearing expression of a pure feeling. Not dressed up with elaborate language or metaphor.
And yet, the meaning of the poem itself still remains elusive. It's difficult to pin down exactly what or whom you refer to... but I still seem to be able to relate to the vague feeling. (vague in all of it's forms, I suppose, in this case). It's that quality that I also like to it. (And don't worry about 'angsty poetry', heh... It's all I ever come up with too. )
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I meant it as a good thing.
![]() It works well, and the feeling came across very well indeed. True poetry comes from nowhere else but the centre of emotion. The writer need not do any work... The words themselves should just fall into place.
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