Description: a perfect example of how a mind wonders from subject to subject....most of it having nothing to do with the next thought....but all of it having something to do with me.
why? -------------------------------------------
why is the stupid sky blue and not purple
why do the weeds grow in my flowers
why do i bleed on a timely schedule
why do years bully my hours
why is she only a friend in summertime weather
why did God make light and emphasize dark
why were we perfect when the sun shined bright
why did the winter push us apart
why do i feel like my times almost up
why do i hate seafood
why are decisions harder to make
why is your face so rude
why is Y a question and also a letter
why can’t i eat peanuts
why is his heart not broken
why is mine so bruised up
why is why so irritating
why is my attention span so thin
why is my happiness a mask
why do i wake up to wear it again…
Thats a brilliantly worded question. Thanks for making my mind work.
Life is full of confusion, but if it wasn't hard and confusing then that would mean we had arrived. None of have arrived, not until God calls us. Until then, if its not a struggle, something is wrong.
nice little poem you got there, and seems right, and flows right, so that was good, and it shows that you just wrote what you thought, and thats the thing to do, writing, but its really good, and "why" can hurt many people, "why" is complicated, "why" is the question we dont always want to answer, aint i right?, so anyway, its a nice poem, and the "why"s touched me, and everything you wrote is absolutly true, and i hope that ull have the strenght and courage to understand the real meaning of "why" so take care, have fun, and i hope that u enjoyed this comment as much as me when writing it,
I liked this poem, although I think it needs work. I liked the reality of it. The underlying message is that some guy screwed you over (maybe with your "summertime" friend?) and you keep thinking about it, but even so, random thoughts keep creeping in, and life DOES go on. When you have a broken heart, it kinda feels good to just stew and wallow in it, but soon other stuff catches your attention, and after awhile you have to actually WORK at focussing on your hurt. That's the overall impression I get when I read the poem.
I think the "friend in summertime weather" is a bit cliché. I bet you could come up with a new way to express this idea. Also I think some of your lines seem a bit abrupt - Why is your face so rude and some are too literal-- Why do I bleed on a timely schedule All in all, I enjoyed the poem, and I think it has great potential.
Submission Name: why?
