I'm tired.
Of sleeping with a shadow.
When its slow embrace
Brings me a cold shiver,
Like a bouquet of flowers,
Instead of long stemmed slumber.
Only one impression
Sunken in the covers
And it's not of lovers
Entwined when the lights go out.
It's only me.
Is it always going to be
Just me?
Don't touch that switch.
I'm not ready for reality.
I'll cuddle with this day dream
For a few minutes more.

mons

Mons
I just have to say, you are the most forlorn poet I know.

If you do ever find love, I hope your talent will turn to explaining the agony of that experience as well.

Good work here. Very raw, and tender too. Like a little love poem to love.

I don't think I've ever been called forlorn, and I'm embarassed to say, I don't think I know exactly what that means. But that's okay! I know enough to know you aren't calling me a cracky.

Thanks again for the read!

mons

Forlorn[ME forleses, to abandon< OE forleosen] 1. Seeming to be sad or lonely due to desertion or abandonment. 2. Suffering extreme want; destitute. 3. Wretched and pitiful. 4. Practically hopeless.

As a poet, I tend to use words first and look them up later. This may be a bit over the top as a description of your work! Still it is an interesting word, coming right out of old English. Not a concept that we poets are unfamiliar with!


At least I didn’t call you a fork lift. That comes right before forlorn and there is even a picture!

mons,

Gee... you just downright depressed me, congratulations.

Nah, really, I really liked this one...it's...sadly beautiful. That's the best phrase for it.

Favorite lines:

"Only one impression
Sunken in the covers
And it's not of lovers
Entwined when the lights go out."

Very vivid imagery in that stanza. Dangit, go and make me forlorn again, like Nanzar would say. :-p Nah really, wonderful piece.

~Gabber



"Don't think I can't feel that there's something wrong
You've been the sweetest part of my life for so long
I look in your eyes – there's a distant light
And you and I know there'll be a storm tonight

But baby, this is serious
Are you thinkin' 'bout you or us?

Don't say what you're about to say
Look back before you leave my life
Be sure before you close that door
Before you roll those dies
Baby, think twice..."

Nanz!

thanks for not calling me a fork lift. and i would say that does describe me well, just not so dramatically. The dictionary makes it sounds like one trigger pull away from the grave. anyhoo. thanks for keepin me smart. i should really get one of those-- what do you call it? Dictionary? :P

Gabber,

i depressed you? well, i'd like to thank the academy for the opportunity... no, i'm kiddin. sorry about that. but MAN was that a bad night for me. yuck. yeah, those are the lines that made the rest of the poem come. cause i was lying in bed, and i had just turned out the lights.... and... well... yadda yadda yadda. thanks for readin!

mons