-Poetic Frantic Romantic-A Poem by PhoenixThis should be a warning label on my foreheadThis pen is out for my blood, I know. It stops and pierces, crying out ink wherever I go. An invisible weight brings me to my knees; the world is too real for me when I dream… -I’m poetic, I’m frantic, I’m hopelessly romantic- every day I face drives like a sharp stick. I’m so strong that I haven’t given up trying, but I’m so weak I feel like I’m dying. Denying my own setbacks, and facing them like they’re real, but I’m sloppy and I’m stupid, and I do it half-assed well, every time a new hope dawns I crush it with my heel. And I pound my mistakes into a wall how I lost-lost-lost-lost-lost you… then I’ll wake and realize I’ve done nothing at all. Still my hands are empty, with nothing to show for it; the cuts and bruises don’t even exist. -I’m poetic, I’m frantic, I’m hopelessly romantic- your memory haunts and it makes my heart sick. The worst dreams are the best nightmares, I get so caught up in nothing, I forget anyone cares. I cover my face and wait for someone to fix me, because no matter my efforts, I’m broken, torn somewhere deep down that I can’t see. This pen wants my soul, I see. So low maintenance, yet so damned hard to please. I cover it all with spines and thorns, I don’t even want myself anymore. -I’m poetic, I’m frantic, I’m hopelessly romantic- Hold me now or later, or never, take your pick. Those days we spend our time together, those are the days I want forever. © 2010 PhoenixAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 27, 2010 Last Updated on May 27, 2010 AuthorPhoenixZushi, JapanAboutI have so many ideas and feelings, and they usually buzz around inside me wildly. When I can gather up enough of them, then a piece of writing emerges and I feel refreshed. more..Writing
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