Another attempt at a poem, yet again free verse I don;t have the discipline to write with a rhyme scheme or any meter. I wish I could write like Wordsworth or Byron but I can't, that's just how it is I guess. Oh and I don;t know how to translate Latin so my exam in it should be fun 2morrow! I think I'll go cry in a corner.
I hope you guys like this, some of you might understand it more than others.
I'm a stronger person after it but I still wish it had ended earlier than it did, I dunno why I stayed as long as I did, but no one can tell me that I didn't try, that I didn't do everything that I possibly could, I did my best for her. When someone was needed to listen I was there but when I had problems my words fell on always listening deaf ears. Now is a different story, now I have friends that I love and will sit there and listen to me, also I have someone close to me, who is a reflection of me in many many ways, I dunno how to explain us or why it is the way it is but I guess you never can. But it was unexpected, and hey what's wrong with that eh? but i'm thankful for them all, I wish I had you guys before...and to those of you who were around that I didn't listen to or never came to I am sorry, but the important thing is you still here right man? and I am thankful every day. To all of you thanks, now please read what's next carefully, I tried to put more allusions and imagery into this one...I may have failed, but if something doesn't sound right then think to the situation that was and it might make more sense, or not who knows....anyways....

Remembering...

Sitting alone in a dark room
As a candle slowly burns
I look back on days gone by
When she used to laugh with me,
Days when I used to admire her true unaltered beauty
When I felt her smooth, unbroken skin
The days before she saw her shattered refection in the mirror

I knelt down to pick up the sharp abrasive peices,
I got cut
My wounds left open,
And madness slowly infeced my veins.
Not knowing what to do
I let out a silent scream
A cry for help that I won't let anyone hear.
So I suffer through the pain alone

Tree branches tap against my window
I ignore them, like always
The clock chimes 12
A new day has come, and the past is even farther away

Our end came just in time,
Just before i saw my own shattered reflection
I am thankful for the end,
For my broken peices would lie there
No one would try to pick them up
No one would try to help.
I wouldn't let them.
No one should ever have to force a silent scream,
That's not love

For hours I sit here and watch the candle brun
Think about the time I wasted,
The friends I should have listened to,
Things I should have done.
I see what I have now
Friends that love me more than she ever did.
The candle goes out
I open the window
And watch the sun rise

-Pete-


Now i know in the middle i gets pretty confusing and unclear and it doens't flow, plus there are to many ideas floating around, i think. And the end needs work, but email me or something about this poem if you like cause i want to know what ppl think about this one, it's a very personal one for me so please email me about it, you know my email. Or i'll just see you guys in person

I don;t know what else to say so

TTYL