Description: I sort of surprised myself when I wrote this, maybe because I don't usually write things I like all of a sudden in 10 minutes flat. But I had a little inspiration. By the way, if you want to know more about this guy, read my other most recent post on this site "Untitled", he wrote that for me. Anyway, this poem is in sort of an unusual format, so let me know what you think about it all.
What do these emotions mean?
I try to study and arrange them.
I attempt to elude and contain them,
Yet they taunt me still.
What is the formula of this emoted flu?
What's causing my faintness at your curious stare?
What's keeping me awake at night
Wishing you were there?
That same virus containing endorphins
which cause me to feel like I'm floating,
my bright smile gloating,
willing to boast that it just spoke to you.
There is a scientific explanation:
Friendship mixed with complication
(Physical and mental attraction)
Followed by certain extraction
Of other romantic variables.
Splice in the prospect of finding love anew.
The diagnosis is easy to construe.
In layman's terms, I think I'm falling for you.
hey i liked it. the science theme is a good idea but i don't think that this makes this piece very romantic. but thts ok. it sounds more light hearted to me. and thts kl. i was thinking, myself, bout writing something like this but i never got round to it... .oh well.. :p
i also like the random ryhming sceme - i think it was very fitting for this sort of poem.
sweet... sounded like a recipe for a love affair. i'm glad you have found something good like this. you do mention a flu and a virus, though, and that doesn't sound too pleasant, although i know what you mean by it. it's a good kind of "sickness..."
Ah love one of the most precoius elusive things anyone can have. "Its funny when i was 16 i had the exact same experience with love but it kinda went out a little. well to tell u the truth I really enjoyed your poem it was as if you knew you were in love yet denied it all together. this kid must be something special if he can manage to sweep a poet of her feet. Well i must go but i hope you can comment on my work i think you would enjoy "For Rachel" let just say 16 was when it all started well ill read more of your work bye Medieval Aztec