pages i turn
but the lines still look the same
you don’t need to talk
when you’re made to hear a lot n’ some more.
tears look so precious
when the glands are vacuum sealed
smiles still seem accepted
i hate to fake ’em but i need.
lookin back shows you nothin
for there isn't a start yet made
n’ i ride a million miles
when i still don’t move an inch.
8 Comments:
seems like something went wrong somewhere.
all ok?
it seems something always goes wrong somewhere... but still... it's alright!
p.s. feel kinda strange... but yeah... i missed you.... i did.
is that why you did not put up a new post for a while? and thanks for the confidence in that way out theme i've decided on for my poetry portfolio; i need all the confidence i can garner. life can be very rubbishy to writers sometimes.
Beautiful verses...
"...smiles still seem accepted
i hate to fake ’em but i need..."
Whats all this about?!
That frown of worry is coming back to me!
is that why you did not put up a new post for a while?
...maybe... but somehow felt lately that i just couldn't write nomore... i moved my pen... but no words came out... thought my pen had run out of ink...refilled it... but still no words.... n' i never liked usin' pencils.... maybe because i can too easily erase all my mistakes... without even a hint that i had made them in the first place.... somehow can't accept it...
and thanks for the confidence
...anytime.
i need all the confidence i can garner.
...just a reminder which you already know... you do well only when you feel you do well... you can't know about it... n' nobody tells you about it....n' rightly so... doesn't even matter if someone endorses with what you n' i feel about it!... for i don't trust those analysers much who more often get to judge the good materials....strangely enough they don't like it more often.... so don't rely on 'em.... n' if you can... rely on me!!..for i know... you're gonna write well...n' i already know that....
Beautiful verses...
...a confession to begin with.... i never much bothered what others had to say about what i write.... this don't mean i don't care... but somehow i always liked what i write.... n' as long as that feelin lived within me.... i never had to look for what others had to say about it...good or bad.... but lately i felt...my writin' days are over... somehow i just couldn't write what i wanted... n' what i write... i can't recognize 'em nomore....n' specially this post... i thought it was horrible...somethin' which i still do!... but the above line is undoubtedly the most valuable comment i've ever had on my blog.... thanks a lot for the "beautiful" you wrote....n' about the "verse" thing... well it has to be... for i've tried that in the past... n' try at times even in the recent times... i'm always poor in rhymin' words.... can somehow never produce a poem!!!!
Whats all this about?!
...ignore it.
aww..thats the nicest thing i've heard all day- well not that i heard it; read, then, but i've been having a rotten few weeks- confidence is a pretty dream..remember the poem i wrote for my guy? 'the moon was a toy and the stars silver dust'...well i wrote it partly for myself too...since no one else is gonna!
@ your comment to mirage- POETRY NEEDS RHYTHM NOT RHYME!!!!!! you're good, da, don't quit because you don't feel like you're not writing well; it happens to everyone, take a bloggin break (hell I've done it so many times over the yrs) and soon the words will flow again...
i always write with pencil BTW- although i never use an eraser, strike out mistakes. more to do with ease than anything else, i write faster with a pencil *wink*
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