Open Poetry #24 |
Never the best |
rm711 Member
since 2002-11-30
Posts 131Wiltshire, England |
In many ways I wish I could forget today But that won’t stop tomorrow From kicking me right back down I didn’t know whether to reach out Because no matter what I do I’ll never be as good As any of you And today just seems like yesterday Didn’t matter Even when I’m smiling It’s so easy to step down And I want to Please take tomorrow away Because of how much I hated today No matter what I do It always finds its way back It has its way of bringing me down All that was right Turns on me, wrong And what my face shows Is nothing to what’s within This shadow is mine My place, my own Because the light is taken By you, the stars The people whose paths Are only meant to succeed Leaving my reflection Rippled and unclear In the very puddles Of my own tears. small insignificant useless me |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Oooh deep n dark. i've felt this. so absolutely stuck in life. you write of it well. Leaving my reflection Rippled and unclear In the very puddles Of my own tears. rippled and unclear. such a soul darkening feeling. you'll come out you know. if you keep writing like this, you'll write yourself out. like a therapy. except its free! lots of love, gemma xxxxxxxxx learning each day, for you and i, our paths have met, i've already learnt that you are love. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
This shadow is mine My place, my own Because the light is taken By you, the stars The people whose paths Are only meant to succeed Leaving my reflection Rippled and unclear In the very puddles Of my own tears. My old grandpa had a way of putting things when I was growing up..that always helped me keep things in perspective. I read this..understood the feeliings so well...and thought to myself..what would he have told you? Then I remembered he had told me one time, " No matter how good you are at what you do, there is always someone better. Thing to remember is no one else is you and will do things the way you do them." At the time... that didn't mean much to me but later in life it did... I can't measue myself by who's better or who's worse at things than me, but by how hard I tried to do the things I do and the unique piece parts I bring to the table when I sit. your poem made me type all this out...and ramble on...so you brought something unique to this place to get those thoughts out of me... thank you. |
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