i read this and i was about to kick your ass girlee! give you some huge lecture about how gorgeous you are and boys would be stupid NOT to love you and then i read this:
it has agreeable symmetry
for it seems
i only love
and took back my lecture before i'd issued it completely understanding where you were coming from.
especially after reading:
i [censored] miss you,
but i'm glad i'm here
at this point.
knowing that you do miss him and that you devoted so much of your life to loving him and for what.
but im proud of you for liking being at the bottom of the barrel. i know thats an odd thing to be proud of you for [but hey! its an odd thing to be glad about too ] because it shows me efforts of moving on... even in those miss you moments.
kissing toads is over rated.
they tell you they'll turn into princes but well... they turn into toads. they always seem slimier [sp?] after youve kissed them too...
no where else
six (million) feet
there is nothing gracefull about bottom of the barrel shovelling [censored] uphill... nothing graceful at all...
sometimes graceful isnt all its cracked up to be anyways...
Lovely. In a dreadful sort of way. The sense of deep sorrow is swell. It was not those things that made me sad when reading it. It's that it's about nobody. Or more acurately, it's about you. To pine away for somebody, anybody, before tits sag is a tragic thing. Not that connection isn't important. It just seems being alone is deplorable. To me, that's the darkest aspect of this piece.
If this is fact, it's well done. Pitiful, but what sorrow isn't? If it's fiction, it's extremely well done. The best fiction seems real to the reader. Either way. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Kissing toads... heh.
HA HA! Sorry...but the stupid/love me lines made me laugh.
I guess I am listening to Limp Bizkits song Lonely World and it just fits this poem.
Nuttin else to say except that I think England is one of those countries that knows how to be happy. For some reason England comes off as one of those countries that has the right to say "Piss off world...been there, done that."
Well, at least I get the sarcasm in the title. I usually try to overlook the depression in pieces to get to the linguistic format of them, but in this case you just brought me down, woman. For God's sake, you're 22! It's hardy like you could be going through a mid-life crisis, you're not even near the middle of your life.
How about you think about relationships like this website? Yeah, Elite Skills. Let's be honest, you go through the posts, surfing through theme after theme, character after character, experience after experience. And you comment. You give your thoughts, your advice, even your personal scenes that might relate. And log-in after log-in, you feel the magic of the poetry you once loved fading away. And that's when you come across The Piece. The perfect piece that means so much to you in a world where you thought so little means anything. And it hits your core, and you favour it. That gives you hope. But then, sometimes, you come across a piece that leads to other pieces, and you realise you don't just love the poem, you love the poet. And that, my friend, is what relationships are all about.
So get out of the barrel, and capitalise your "I"s, because missy: you deserve it.