Update: I deleted a good deal of it. You'll be grateful. It's boring.
I Wonder
“I wonder what it’s like
to be at the top of one of those skyscrapers”
I wonder what it’s like
to be in love.
Maybe I’ll never know.
I’ll never remember.
Whoosh-
lights everywhere in the city
eerie orange fog
Perfect, invisible moon.
Like my love for you
so beautiful, so overwhelming
A mere reflection
of you, the shining sun in my life
Like my love for you
That disappeared behind the fog
So beautiful
Now invisible
It is possible to fall out of love,
and it is wonderful to be free
to not be tied down to you anymore
But what was it about you,
about love,
that made my spirit soar?
How did I see
that our souls were patterned the same way?
How did I see
that I had found someone to believe in
to admire
to love
Your eyes disappeared in the sky
Tell me, o lost wayward poets...
Remind me...
What is it like to be in love?
So I'm way too tired to rant about my life but I have the AP English Language exam next week and I know I'm not even going to get a 3 so don't you little nonexistent fellows worry your nonexistent heads about it alright.
I wrote another poem a while ago. I have a crap load of these that I haven't posted here. My SONG, for one, and one called "Footsteps" or something, and "Give Me Rain" which I haven't posted since it hasn't rained.
(The main point of the text block that used to be here is something stupid. The point is that I. DO. NOT. LIKE. THE. PERSON. I. USED. TO. LIKE. ANY. MORE. I THINK HE SUCKS. HE IS TERRIBLE. IT IS NOT EVEN AN INTERNAL CONFLICT ANYMORE. IT IS DONE. IT IS DECIDED. I DO NOT LIKE HIM. THE. END.)
And none of that is the point of my poem. Ha ha, did you just read all of that? Well, sucks for you. Anyway, the point of my poem is that I felt sad that a sort of era was ending. We were driving through Manhattan at sunset and I pondered over the fact that I may never know what love feels like again. Is that good or bad? Curious... We were listening to this beautiful song "Sad Romance". If you're writing, well, a sad romance, use that song. It is PERFECT.
The bit about the moon is because there was a Super Moon and I couldn't see it due to the fog. And in the same way, my love was like a moon, and now is hidden behind the fog. Oh, so poetic, yada yada yada.
OK. So now off to hope no one in my real life ever sees this ever, even when I'm 80 years old and biographers are digging up shit to put in The Life and Lies of Ariel for my future starry-eyed pupils to be shocked at. Maybe I should just be gay for an evil wizard, that'd be better than this. Quick? Any evil female wizards? Anyone?
Hey, is "be gay for" homophobic? 'Cause one wouldn't say "be straight for" in regards to being sexually attracted to the opposite sex... I wasn't straight for BES...
Whatever. As aforementioned, I'm like, half asleep.
'Kay. Goodbye, all.
Your tired poet who needs to study,
Ariel
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