For the next few entries, I will offer you another view of my soul by posting my attempts at poetry. These were written back when I had the inspiration (or lacked it as evidenced by the angst-riddled verses).
The Reason For Being
Beyond all expectations,
Beyond any rational thought,
A feeling never imagined ---
Love that is so deep,
All-encompassing,
Self-sacrificing.
You in the dark corner,
Seething and shaking,
Mad at the world,
Afraid of the world.
In your eyes I can see pain,
Pain only love can heal.
Your soul cries out so loudly,
Screaming, yearning, needing...
I shall come to you in your darkest moment
To light up your little corner,
Bring color to your world
And take the frown from your face.
When I come, look up and smile,
Open up your heart
And take what I have to offer,
For loving you is not a choice,
It's my only reason for being.
- October 10, 1996 -
1 comment:
it never occurred to me that you were into poetry. gosh.
i dunno where i placed all those poems i wrote way way back then.
as you can observe, im into prose already after we left High School.
shucks.
loved your poems ha!
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