Occasionally when on a plane or sitting alone in Central Park I'll write some poetry. I'm not very good at it and I'm not even sure of the rules of poetry. None-the-less, I have several notebooks with random poems throughout them.
My poems are typically dark and overly sensitive (big surprise). They wouldn't win any awards. But I thought I'd share a couple anyhow. Here are two I'm comfortable posting.
She Knows
She woke me up
it was half past ten
She told me she knew
no need to pretend
Packed up my things
a few of hers too
Set foot down the road
she told me she knew
It came to this
a moment so true
Wasn't strong enough
she told me she knew
Tried to love her
entire time through
My heart remained numb
she told me she knew
Naive
I believe
fairy tales
I believe
you will love me
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I have never tried to put my feeling in a poetry form...I think in my old blog, I was not in a good time of my life and few things I wrote like a poem but I wasn't trying to do it and just became something like that. One day I may transfer those to my new blog and translate to portuguese :)
I hate this "blogger", grrrrrrrrr always take me soooo long to post a comment here, sometimes I gave up and come back next day, but just leting you know..everyday I'm here checking on you:)
beijos!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Naive is wonderful.
You have the gift of writing making a powerful statement in just a few words.
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