others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Friday, September 12, 2008

she or me

she facinates me one second
and the next disgusts me
first she embraces me
and then disgraces me
i'm awed by her potential
and grieved by her denial

where i once say a spark
i only see ember

from being passionate
she turns plaintive
she has let go of the world
but herself she is yet to forgive

wounded by the past
tormented by the present
perplexed about the future

teenage trials..
adult apprhensions
or just frivilous fantods?

she is young but she is tired
once full of zeal, now uninspired

her face is unfathomable
and her soul inpenetrable

am i her or is she me?

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