Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Dec 15, 2006.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I realized something today.
    After all the suicide notes I’ve written
    after all the goodbye letters
    and farewell poems,
    I realized that the words were all unnecessary and
    painfully superfluous.
    I don’t need to say
    “I love you_____”
    “Forgive me______”
    “This is why…”
    Because there is no “Why”
    there’s just confusion.
    A million miles of confusion
    with a couple scattered moments
    of seeming clarity.
    The words I’ve spilled
    like water and god
    onto these waiting pages
    they don’t say what I mean
    or mean what I feel
    or encompass anything at all
    but confusion and confliction
    and compulsion.
    It should be short
    even if it can’t be sweet.
    A short, short note
    not even a haiku.
    In my spastic
    scraggly handwriting
    the realization of a minute lifetime.
    “I just don’t understand.”
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearly Beloved;

    YOu are most certainly talented beyond my pallid description, but talented all the same.:smile: I wish for love and hope and happiness for you... and I know it will come to you, I just can't say when...:unsure:


  3. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    it seems so real, and right in this one...

    I have to say it hits the spot...

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