I promised a poem. Its a rough draft, so I think it needs more work. But so far, i'm somewhat satisfied with the first poetry I have written in almost four years.
Title? Not sure. Any suggestions?
Think love can be easy, well it is.
For the audacious, and the brave.
What will it be, when brave isnt me?
Then maybe youll notice if I behave.
You dont try to see me, when I see you.
Can you even notice? Tell me when.
What will you do, if I say fuck you?
Will you start to think of me then?
Wont you go! Wont you go!
Wont you please get vacate from my head?
And Im all, and Im all out of it again
Was it true that you couldnt love me.
Or did I fail when I played your bluff.
What will it be, is there no love for me?
Am I not the man for you, or not enough?
Sick of my transparency, and no spite.
Im the castrata, youre the sprite.
What will you say, if I say go away?
Is it possible, that Im just right?
Wont you go! Wont you go!
Cant you try to hurt instead?
And Im all, and Im all out of it again
Do you know the damage was no fun?
To you I was nothing, no harm was done.
But see past your eyes, you tell yourself these lies.
And forget it all, you want to go on.
Forget the affection I could give you.
You were too blind, thats my call!
What will you see, when you think of me?
Or will you think of me at all?
Wont you go! Wont you go!
Wont you please make yourself dead?
And Im all, and Im all out of it again
Let it go! Let it go!
Shes asleep. Shell never know.
So Ill go out, Ill be out of it again
Very sad, if you ask me. Could make for a good slow rock song. It needs a guitar, kind of like what I heard from my dad's 50's and 60's rock collection. An early rock, blues tone. The music video, my band on a stage, in a warped looking version of a school prom. The couples, instead of getting closer together, would be drifting apart coldly. On the part where I swear, my mouth would be purposely blurred, to convey the sheer, vehemous negativity of the statement.
A man can dream, right?
Geez, now i'm bummed out just thinking about the poem. Send me your input, if you'd like. I would like to hear from you all.
Title? Not sure. Any suggestions?
Think love can be easy, well it is.
For the audacious, and the brave.
What will it be, when brave isnt me?
Then maybe youll notice if I behave.
You dont try to see me, when I see you.
Can you even notice? Tell me when.
What will you do, if I say fuck you?
Will you start to think of me then?
Wont you go! Wont you go!
Wont you please get vacate from my head?
And Im all, and Im all out of it again
Was it true that you couldnt love me.
Or did I fail when I played your bluff.
What will it be, is there no love for me?
Am I not the man for you, or not enough?
Sick of my transparency, and no spite.
Im the castrata, youre the sprite.
What will you say, if I say go away?
Is it possible, that Im just right?
Wont you go! Wont you go!
Cant you try to hurt instead?
And Im all, and Im all out of it again
Do you know the damage was no fun?
To you I was nothing, no harm was done.
But see past your eyes, you tell yourself these lies.
And forget it all, you want to go on.
Forget the affection I could give you.
You were too blind, thats my call!
What will you see, when you think of me?
Or will you think of me at all?
Wont you go! Wont you go!
Wont you please make yourself dead?
And Im all, and Im all out of it again
Let it go! Let it go!
Shes asleep. Shell never know.
So Ill go out, Ill be out of it again
Very sad, if you ask me. Could make for a good slow rock song. It needs a guitar, kind of like what I heard from my dad's 50's and 60's rock collection. An early rock, blues tone. The music video, my band on a stage, in a warped looking version of a school prom. The couples, instead of getting closer together, would be drifting apart coldly. On the part where I swear, my mouth would be purposely blurred, to convey the sheer, vehemous negativity of the statement.
A man can dream, right?
Geez, now i'm bummed out just thinking about the poem. Send me your input, if you'd like. I would like to hear from you all.
So I wil not have an opinion....
GOod job writing a poem. I could never wrie one. cept, when I am all twtserpated.....
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GO STRONGBADIA!!
Travis