February 5, 2011 1 Comment
I used to write poems. I have not, however, been all that into poetry in a few years, but I think it is a good way to express myself. Perhaps, the meaning through complexity allows me to express myself without explicit commitment to the words I write? Maybe I like the ambiguousness? Maybe there is potential for the future?
Regardless, I’ve written my first poem in a long time. I hope you like it.
Upon the ground there are red roses, lying on white.
As I walk through them, I approach the darkness.
Strong. Blue. Black.
Can’t hear, but I see smiles.
Movement. Feel it.
Can’t do it.
Who is this? I didn’t know, but now I am sure.
From where? Leaning.
But is it sturdy? What happens if it is not?
I do not know.
Tell me. I wish I knew.
Why risk it? Why invest?
Maybe it is worth it. Maybe it is not.
Lying. Future. Possibility.
La la la.
I want to see the options…
Where are they going?
I wish I knew.