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Jay Loraw Poem
I cant deal with this pain that dwells within. I cant sleep. What is it I will never
understand, why I can't seem to be happy again.
Now time takes its shots at me.
Breaking me down. Oh how i wish, I wish i was free.
Mood ever changing nothing is constant. I worry sometimes that maybe its just
me. Luck or no luck its the way it goes. I've dealt a hand, I wish i not have been
dealt.
So now time has broken me down and nothing is real.
Allusion or not it all seems so surreal. Like a book, life has an ending will mine
have a good one? Or will i Just never be happy again?
Copyright © Jay Loraw | Year Posted 2007
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Jay Loraw Poem
A poet puts his pen to paper hoping something real will happen. Nothing ever
does just scribbles on a page.Feelings never conveyed. So the page fills up with
lies and bits of truth, neither which are distinguishable. But the poet continues
writing about what we should and shouldn't do. he loses himself in his lies and
suddenly he finds that his truths are just the ghost of his lies, all that was written
was all very true. So the scribbles become a sonnet and the poet knows he's
through.
Copyright © Jay Loraw | Year Posted 2007
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Jay Loraw Poem
I believe that all love is sacred and should not be questioned. Ones mind can be
ruined with judgements and harsh remark about ones self. Let love blossom
and it will show you its beautiful core we should embrace it and nourish it and
hope it grows and covers all of us. Don't be afraid of what and who maybe hurt
they will heal as time continues its never ending quest.
Copyright © Jay Loraw | Year Posted 2007
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