I wasted half of today to oversleeping. I go online to check my online accounts and whatnot. I thought about posting an entry but not much has been very blog-worthy. I found out from my best friend Meryl's blog that today is World Poetry Day! I felt instantly joyous! :) *Chimes, singing cherubs, hallelujah!* Hahaha.
So as a tribute to World Poetry Day, here's one of my own:
And... So what?
Once, I told a heart that I start writing poems about the things (and yes, people) I love
And I find myself staring at the vibrant piece of two-dimensional art, over and over
And I know it's not real although it looks real but it doesn't feel real
And, sigh, we are not real
And I amuse myself each day with how I act as if there's only you
And I know I love you but I don't see its purpose to be more than just an inside-joke
But I really do love you, yes
And maybe I'm still too chickenshit about admitting it
And maybe
And maybe I forever will be?
And I hear my heartbeat when I force the feeling away
This feeling, not one of clarity but of denial, I assume
For what I feel is real but not enough to break this bond
And for that I thank God
And I'm almost certain that this illness will soon leave me be
And I know you, so much more than I planned to
And maybe I'll never stop writing, so what?
Completed: March 8, 2010
Another piece written out of impulse. Heh.