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

Saturday, February 13, 2010

truly mine

that perfect love is just an illusion
forever was just a few months time
the hand I held on to now pulled away
nothing here was ever truly mine

the faith I had now fails me
these thoughts, they just go through me
they neither stay, nor go away

Influenced and yet untouched
Moved and yet stagnant
Resolute and yet unsure
Knowing and yet undefined

Hesitant to move ahead
Afraid to stay behind
Unwilling to stay right here
Nothing here was ever truly mine
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