now, I'm not one to actually write poetry, as I'm more of a fiction-type person, but lately my emotions have been crazy-inspirational, and these two poems have stemmed from this.
Inner Conflict
tempted to touch, but forbidden to hold,
inside so hot, but outside cold.
i want to hold, I want to feel,
but I can't let this feeling be real.
when he pains, I want to comfort him,
but the ring I wear reminds me of him,
him, the love of my life,
who one day I dream of being his wife,
I've loved him for years it seems,
in real life and in my dreams,
but why, then, do I feel this way,
hard to keep my emotions at bay?
i can't help but feel there's something there,
a chemistry, sparks in the air,
I look at him and let myself feel,
but touch the ring to keep it from being real.
the passions I feel here are kept tight,
so to be released in its proper place at night.
but that aside, one question remains:
with this secure, loving life with so much to gain,
why is the feeling of intense passion for the other there?
This second one is both an experiment in hidden rhyme and inspired by The All-American Rejects' "When the Wind Blows"
tempted to touch, but forbidden to hold,
inside so hot, but outside cold.
i want to hold, I want to feel,
but I can't let this feeling be real.
when he pains, I want to comfort him,
but the ring I wear reminds me of him,
him, the love of my life,
who one day I dream of being his wife,
I've loved him for years it seems,
in real life and in my dreams,
but why, then, do I feel this way,
hard to keep my emotions at bay?
i can't help but feel there's something there,
a chemistry, sparks in the air,
I look at him and let myself feel,
but touch the ring to keep it from being real.
the passions I feel here are kept tight,
so to be released in its proper place at night.
but that aside, one question remains:
with this secure, loving life with so much to gain,
why is the feeling of intense passion for the other there?
This second one is both an experiment in hidden rhyme and inspired by The All-American Rejects' "When the Wind Blows"
When The Wind Blows
When the wind blows, it helps me let go
Of the thoughts and pains that hold me so
Closely to the ground, where I clutch my heart,
Tears rolling down my cheek, I then look up with a start
and a gasp, caught in my throat, I see them standing there.
Two, whom are close to me, standing in the dead air
Of the cold autumn, looking down upon me, they lend a hand,
Each bend down, looks of concern, and so I stand
Shakily upon my feet, my thoughts are scattered
And shaken with the wind, my heart feels shattered
Among my two loves. I stand, blank face,
Feeling the tear of my wants, one I wish to chase
Away, let it go with the wind, watch it blow
Away, take away my pain, bury it in the cold snow
That soon will come. And yet, I still clutch it tightly,
Keep it close to me, let it never go away, fighting
The urge to scream "It's you whom I love so!",
You are the one I cannot let go when the wind blows.
When the wind blows, it helps me let go
Of the thoughts and pains that hold me so
Closely to the ground, where I clutch my heart,
Tears rolling down my cheek, I then look up with a start
and a gasp, caught in my throat, I see them standing there.
Two, whom are close to me, standing in the dead air
Of the cold autumn, looking down upon me, they lend a hand,
Each bend down, looks of concern, and so I stand
Shakily upon my feet, my thoughts are scattered
And shaken with the wind, my heart feels shattered
Among my two loves. I stand, blank face,
Feeling the tear of my wants, one I wish to chase
Away, let it go with the wind, watch it blow
Away, take away my pain, bury it in the cold snow
That soon will come. And yet, I still clutch it tightly,
Keep it close to me, let it never go away, fighting
The urge to scream "It's you whom I love so!",
You are the one I cannot let go when the wind blows.
i'll just say right now, poetry rarely comes from me, so these two are pretty exceptional, in my own opinion. But enough of mine, what do you all think?
