Hey...What about poetry.

[Navarre]

Then I need less poetry in my life. I am trying to exorcise those feelings, not indulge them.

[thedexter102]

Expression is the best Excorcism.

[Navarre]

Expression is the best Excorcism.

Maybe.

I spent an hour talking with my therapist about that today. I am hoping to take the same motivation and adoration and use it to build a healthy relationship with someone available instead of suffering needlessly over unrealistic wishes.

This women doesn't love me in that way and, even if she did, I can't be with her. Acceptance of that is best for me.

[thedexter102]

Moving swiftly onward...

[Navarre]

"I have a buddy. My buddy's a toad.
He's kind of muddy. He's flat on the road.
But he's my buddy, my buddy to stay.
Until he's peeled up and sailed away."

~ Garfield

[andrew wiggins]

looking now at the past,
i see now that nothing truely lasts, friends who we all hold dear come to pass like so many winters and like those winters our souls turn cold, from loss of friendship but then a new love walks in to sooth away the cold and the pain the tears we shed like so many spring showers, help to ease the pain, and then when your new love passion ignites like the summer heat and when she is gone that passion gets even hotter, but when she leaves likes so many lovers do, ours passions cool like autum breezes, the cold soon creeps back in, and the cold is so much like death and despair, they to become our only friends to look back and see nothing truly lasts

[andrew wiggins]

you see all these windows and mirrors,
all thses blank empty expressions,
...when you run into mirrors you get exactly what you put into them show them happiness, they show that exact happiness but they do not feel that same way inside, all mirrors do is reflect it on the outside, they know not what to feel on the inside,
where as windows you can pour all your love into them, and they do bearly show it, but inside they feel all that love you poured into them
windows are hard to love, but mirrors are even worse, because they never really felt that way about you, they just fake it to use, which is best to you a mirror or a window?-

[Navarre]

The mirror & window piece is tricky. Mirrors reflect what we show them but what we express externally comes from within. So the mirror is not false; it is ourselves.

I like the seasonal piece that preceded the mirror poem. My only suggestion may be to bring the word winter back into the last of the poem so that the cyclical nature is preserved. My suggestion would be to change the last use of the word "cold" to "winter", especially since you'd used the word "cold" only a half-dozen words before.

Good stuff. Thanks for posting, Andrew.

[andrew wiggins]

no problem i wrote those two peices 5 years ago my jr year of high school

[thedexter102]

I wrote this in maths the other day, I was a little ticked off that day so what I present here is an edited version, PG-13 if you will:
(goes off to look for it)

Oh dam, I gave it to lily didn't I.

Well there goes my great poem so here's a shakespare quote:

"The fault, Brutus,
is not with our stars,
but with our selves,
that we are underlings."

[kevinryan]

If you guys really dig poetry check out Louis MacNeice. He wrote an epic long poem called Autumn Journal on the eve of WWII. Discovered him here at my Masters program in Dublin. He's bomb-diggity.

He also wrote the best breakup poem ever.

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

[thedexter102]

That really is pritty cool. Very figuratve and vivid.