Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Closed in.
Not by walls or barriers.
Not by emotions or circomstance.
Not by family.
Not by love.
Just closed in.

Lost.
No path to direct.
No example to follow.
No light to iluminate.
No point of origin.
No end in sight.
Just lost.

Uncertain.
Without guidence.
Without light.
Without direction.
Without meaning.
Just uncertain.

I am a man without purpose. No role models to follw. No children to lead. Always half complete. Always thinking, never doing. Always doing, never thinking. Lost in the sea of eternity, forever seeking my truth.

Weep not for me for I shed no tears. Life is good, if purposeless. From darkest depths did come a rebirth, and into the promise land of a decent life. Perhaps this is all I can strive to achive. But I am happy none the less.

Forever lost. But never hard to find. I am trapped. Yet I am free.

Written on the phone on the train in something of a daze. Sorry for my heinous spelling ^^;

Woo, hooray for poetry.
I was never really good at these.

Heh, feels like a usual day to me. I do love Maverick’s writing.

I’m never really sure how to aproach poetry. It’s very different from narative. I just kind of… Go with the flow and let it pour out. I’m not even sure if this qualifies as a poem. It certainly doesn’t follow any particular structure I’m familiar with… Especially at the end.

It’s not really a short story… It’s definately not a song… What do people think?

Me for one thinks thou speaketh the truth. = (

Go wherever, no direction is right
And none wrong.
Go with the flow!
Life is a bong.
Smoke it and know
The true colors of love.
Love for a cat, or love for a scarf.
Or love for a girl that will steer you true.
Her crazy world will swallow you.
And spit you out years later
Old and frail.
When you realize
Your life was a fail.
Was it all worth it?
Nobody knows.
Only new grass
On old tombstones grows.

@Maverick

Poetry can be a hybrid of different forms together or even free form. Sure, Robert Frost is probably turning on his grave right now with the quantity of free-formers, but eh, he can’t do much unless he starts hunting poets.

Emo poetry? or another stuff about life itself and yourselves

great poem!
makes me think of a poe/kipling cross for some reason.

@Maverick - My mother did slam poetry for YEARS with the DC Slam Team and after hearing hundreds upon hundreds of poems, I am pretty sure there really is no right or wrong form with poems. Just… go with the flow.

And the Cheesy/Cliche Encouragement Award goes to…

Man, I just don’t get poetry :/

maverick, you’ve done it again.