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useless Maybe this poetry is not me.
Maybe I can feel,
But I can't commit.
I can't pretend.
The waters run deep,
But I just get lost.
Swimming in my soul,
And finding a world that does not exist.
Where did I come up with this?
The "man upstairs" must have it in for me,
Nothing seems to fit.
Did you forget me?
Did my father put you up to this?
My happy memories
Are just acts in a play.
The critics, they say
That it's the best performance yet.
But I can't agree,
I just did what I could to get by.
Ode to my father,
My family, the lies,
The day I told him "I love you"
and he said it was so typical.
The time I gave myself up,
Over and over and over again.
The time I passed you by,
And you never even looked.
The fact that the ones that matter,
Never tell you the truth,
Until you are too far away to care.
And I am such a bother,
An intruder,
A piece of meat, that you just won't take.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe it's all a lie,
And I'm just lying to myself.
maybe this is very good
It seems as if the strong & honest poetry you seek is right here. You have done well.Keep on writing. Amy
Gentle is the night♥
There were a couple of lines that went straight to my heart. Outstanding writing!!
Hey Rachael, good job. And congratulations on being in the top ten this week. Now all you need is to be in the top ten most wanted list and you can complete your master plan. But anyways very cool poem. Okay then bye bye now. Sincerely Dick Cheney's blackened heart and lungs...I mean Monk13
Rachael, This poem speaks to me as a writer and a thinker. I especially like to read soul-searching, honest-no-matter-how-awful-it-is poetry! That is the best kind- where you can feel it in your bones! Nice work! Great subject!
Seems to me you need a new set of friends.... trying hanging out with me more. You may end up a little nuttier for the wear, but at least you'll know you're appreciated! Love ya much sis, your talent never ceases to amaze me!
I just feel that everything in my head, my heart, my soul, does not exist. I am too different to fit into this place. I look for poetry to suit me..to make me feel, to make me think, to make me say: "I know what you're saying." But I find nothing. Maybe it is just me. Maybe I am too tangled in my own mess, that I can't see. Maybe I am just jealous of those who are "perfect". Maybe they are just lying. I'm not critiqing my own poem, I just had a little more to say.