Little Blue Flowers

Depraved and Charming is what I was going for.

 I can think of a million reasons to give up and only a few to keep my s**t together but I know whether or not I've got what it takes to stay on the ground when it shakes and when it tries to throw me that I'll stay on the same path I started on. What I've got is gone and what I want is won and on a path of dirt surrounded by little blue flowers my leg towers stuck in the soil that it belongs and my wrongs and rights take away my days and my thoughts because I'm forced to live in a shell inside my head- she said! "I'm scared, I like you a lot!" Well s**t or get off the pot. That's what I did when I could have run and hid or slipped and slid- I stood my ground and finally found what I wanted! All around. And for such things I am a statistical anomaly surrounded by things looking fondly down at me, crowding me, so that I can feel welcomed, especially in the home where I roam but don't belong! So sit- sing song, and done or run but have no fear for the leer of your most beloved desire.


It's f*****g me!

Oh the irony you can't see that builds humor in the rumor that I'm dying of the tell-tale symptoms of love. Hark, a dove? Or a rat? I don't know the difference in that for my trouble seems to bubble bubble, and toil in the rubble that is my environment! Hang for a bit? We can have a chit or a chat with the dove or the rat and find out what I am or who you are, is the dove a sham? The rat a star? One dimmed by its surroundings, its beauty crippled by the natural thought that it's worth less. And yes, in fact, the beginnings are new and while that hasn't phased me, the fear in the middle, I don't know what to do. 

F****n' dating.

Author's Note

Please just communicate with me as I am desperate.

Reviews

[Fairytale]

I finally got what your poem was about at the end. The fact that all the words were crammed together added an effect of speed and frantic thought, or at least that's how it came across to me. There were a few phrases that rhymed and that added an interesting, lovely kind of chime in the midst of your poem. Dating is a great subject to choose for a poem. It would be a really fun theme to write about.

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

i really like this poem... by the end i understood what you were talking... and love is such a good topic because there is so much that love can do to a person and so many people can relate... great job