What defines sickness?
Is it ill of body,
Broken and weary with
Its continuation impossible?
Perhaps it is, as such,
A physical affliction,
But can it, also, be me?
The curses of the mind
Flowing out into my speech,
And into my flying pen,
Sketching my thoughts in
A puny excuse for a poem,
Hoping it heals the pain within,
If one, then I am strong,
Standing against the winds of
A tempest none can endure,
Never to fall, never to descend.
If both, then every aspect
Of my life is infected,
Exposed to the outside world.
So here's my confession,
If I am to fall, so that my
Secret shall not fade with me:
Among all the storms,
Among all the pain,
Among all the opposition,
No matter what,
I love her.
Showing me up :P
ReplyDeleteYour writing style is super cool, btw, I had fun writing it; it was also a better outlet of emotions
Delete-sigh- Unfortunately for my fears, she probably knows by now. I saw her father and sent it to her through the card. I hope she doesn't react negatively :(
.~.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think any girl can dislike this poem, it'll probably make the girl you like cry. My eyes watered. But then again, I'm a hopeless romantic like Jo March.
Anyway, I enjoyed reading this and its very touching and sweet. I hope whoever it is you wrote this for, loves it. I'll even pray so she likes it. I can do that. Would you like it if I did that?
Further, the poem is speaking about how you're lovesick? Right? That's how I interpreted it.
This is so pretty.
P.S.
Thank you, for posting your beautiful writing. You inspired me Mr. Mark, to write a love poem, myself. Maybe, I'll do one for my Mom and Dad and about how they fell in love. Or something like, "I Remember You as You Were."
Lol Thanks!
DeleteShe doesn't read my blog, unfortunately :P But still, I want to share it with her, and I prob will
Sort of not lovesick; it's more talking about how the fear of her knowing is driving me insane, thus the confession at the end. You were close, though!
Awesome, glad I could inspire you :D I rarely inspire anyone. The only other time I can remember doing so was inspiring my best friend to write novels when I was, like, 12 or 13 or something :/
Awh this is so sweet!!!! :D
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteThis poem really is beautiful. And what a better time to write one than in February, especially with the theme? I agree with Shaly that a lot of girls would appreciate having a poem dedicated to them, since it's really a sweet gesture. Anyway, I think this is very descriptive, and well done. Awesome work on this piece, and I hope all goes well with the girl you like!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :)
DeleteActually, I do read his blog.
ReplyDelete...I appear to have been mistaken, I guess XD
DeleteIf this was a swordfight in the Middle Ages, this would be that moment when my shield fell and I got killed by whoever I was fighting :/ Good thing life isn't as barbaric these days
DeleteQuick question: who are you? I assume it's the right person, but it is "anonymous", so I want to verify it
Delete(If you don't feel like saying your name, which I wholeheartedly support, use a reference to yourself that I would understand; I really just want to be certain I'm right, it's not really to reveal you to the world, after all)
yup
DeleteCool :D
DeleteOOOOH
DeleteCool poem. I love the imagery used. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteI know how this poem feels!
ReplyDeleteWait, do poems feel, or the reader who reads them?
Anyways, GREAT poem, I like how deep it is, and how it shows that having someone know your secret is practically killing you! And it seeps as if you ill, making you sick, and slowly affecting you as a whole. Soon, it will spread everywhere, unless you lose the stress somehow. GREAT poem! :D
Idk; I usually assume it's like rubber, and emotions are like lightning. The poems are resistant. However, that's a bad example, because hypothetically it would make the reader immune to the lightning, too, so...well...lol
DeleteBut thanks, as far as the sickness part, you're not quite right; it was a reference to how the suspense and the secret were both killing me (figuratively, although the poem goes along with the figurative statement). My mom read it and told me to be careful of what I write, because it may be interpreted wrong, and I realized that probably wasn't the most obvious of interpretations, and not in a good way :P
But yes, the secret practically killing me, slowly affecting me as a whole, and the fact that it spreads is all accurate, as well as the losing the stress which was a reference to an antidote of sorts (a reference to a reference; odd lol)
But thank you :)