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lguan -> Lguan's Collection of Poetry. (7/17/2008 11:22:05)

Hey, look ... someone finally entered my thread of poems :DDD.
I hope you like my poems :).

Comments thread: http://forums2.battleon.com/f/tm.asp?m=14280643&mpage=1&key=�
Take a moment to comment ^? I'd accept anything you have to say pertaining to my poems. Thanks!

Index:
Bittersweet Wishing
Hiding Gold
Letting You Go
Reality and Fantasy
Itch




lguan -> RE: Lguan's Collection of Poetry. (7/17/2008 11:23:21)

My Bittersweet Wishing

I love how you sit there,
Just within my reach;
Shifting around in your chair,
While I’m incapable of speech.

I stare at you from afar,
With that silent sort of panic.
It’s a feeling so bizarre,
I fear I’ve become a manic.

I’m so terrified,
That you’ve already begun to leave;
So terrified,
Of the plan you’ve already conceived.

I guess it’s my fault really,
For holding on too tightly.
I made my own decision freely,
It wasn’t a choice made lightly.

I’ve made many prayers,
In the silent depths of night,
Too many desperate accounts,
At least enough for tonight.

I wish for too much, I suppose,
Wishing has never gotten me anywhere.
Like treacherous thorns on a rose,
Finding a perfect one is rare.





lguan -> RE: Lguan's Collection of Poetry. (7/17/2008 11:25:23)

Letting You Go

What am I supposed to do,
When I feel like you don’t care,
When I feel like I’m about to burst,
From every weight I must bear.

I feel so hopeless now,
Like nothing’s going to change.
My feelings fill me with doubt,
You’re completely out of range.

Everything I have come to feel,
With each second that has come to pass.
My prayers were not fulfilled,
All the things just happened so fast.

I worry for my own safety;
You’re something that has always been,
A pond of crystal clean purity,
Made bitter from within.

I’m worried if I leave you here,
I’ll never be able to heal.
The mere thought of it fills me with fear,
The scars, I won’t be able to conceal.

Yet I’m here seeking gratification,
An appreciation for me;
An important realization,
A message hidden within my pleas.

I wish you could listen,
But, you don’t understand.
You only seek what glisten,
Not what lies within.

Are you everlasting?
Or just morning dew?
Something here as the day is beginning,
But gone before the day is through?

I don’t know what we will do from here,
Or how things are going to turn out.
I don’t know where life will steer,
I’ll just follow any route.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve made a mistake,
I realize how troublesome those thoughts can be too,
I don't know how much I'll be able to take,
And so I've made my decision to let go of you.




lguan -> RE: Lguan's Collection of Poetry. (7/17/2008 11:29:02)

Hiding Gold

Hiding gold,
Never was so wise;
Letting it hold.
Against my eyes.

I watched the burial,
Though you moved so sly;
A coffin you sealed,
Though I know not why.

You hurt to stay,
So you left me there,
As you walked away,
With my heart so bare.

You didn’t say good-bye,
You never bid farewell.
You just broke shy,
And made me unwell.

You once said such,
You were shy to unknowns.
Have I really changed so much.
So you pierce me through bone?

For once in so long,
You’ve turned to avoid.
Is this how we belong,
With life so destroyed?

And to think it all,
Began with gold,
And ended with a fall,
This pit gets so cold.




lguan -> RE: Lguan's Collection of Poetry. (7/17/2008 11:32:38)

Reality and Fantasy

Reality is
a difficult concept
to grasp.
Reality is
factual and evidential,
tangible.

Fantasy is
the world in which
anything is possible.
Fantasy is
the part of us
that keeps us living.

And the reality is
that there exists
something between us.
And this fantasy is
the substance, the reality
in which we exist between,
truly,
madly,
deeply.




lguan -> RE: Lguan's Collection of Poetry. (6/22/2009 20:49:29)

Itch

I feel an itch,
In the pit of my stomach.
In an a way,
It feels like a painful twist,
Reminding me of a world we fight for,
That will never exist.

The itch
It doesn’t seem to go away.
It must be telling me,
That a distance,
Can be ten miles,
But can easily turn into a world.

The itch, I realize,
Is the life we live,
Bothering,
Pestering,
Reminding us,
Of the desolate world,
And how it cannot change.




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