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

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

A pathetic attempt at saying goodbye

you'd think transfering thought into words should be easy (for me)
but when it comes to you, i just fail miserably
where am I supposed to start when I don't want it to end
do i hide my tears, put on a happy face and pretend?
what words can't describe and numbers can't quantify
what photos can't capture and treaties can't ratify
what singers can't sing and intruments can't play
is how this relationship has been the whole way


when I am with you
I have so much fun
when I am with you
I suddenly get pun
when I am with you
I learn new words
when I am with you
I go to new worlds
when I am with you
I get the funny side
when I am with you
my worries cast aside
when I am with you
I feel inspired
When I am with you
i never get tired
when I am with you
I see things clearly
when I am with you
I can be me

because
you read me heart,
heck you know it by heart
you hold my hand
I don't have to ask you to understand

you know when i need a shoulder to cry on
you know when to leave me alone
you know when I need a slap back to realty
you shower me with priase yet crtique me openly

the more I attempt to describe it, the harder it gets
my heart goes tight and my eyes go wet
I have nothing to say here that you don't already know
told everything there is to tell,shown everything there is to show

you know parts of me that i never will
you say so much by just keeping still

And now you are going away
and I have no clue what to say
it would be unfair to ask you to stay
for never would i want to be in the way

you've been a friend, you've been a mate
you've been a sister, you are my soulmate
To see you walking away is a sight I hate
but who are we to hold back the hands of fate

With all the material things you carry with you
you also take away moments of bliss
you seal them into one word and call them memories
little do you realize that you also take a part of me

so fare thee well my friend ,
have a glorious life ahead
go better the world with the ideas in your head
and heres is wishing you bliss both in and out of bed (lol)