Without Title

A state of not knowing.

I won’t lie

I won’t use pretty words of poetry

Those are Flowers with Stale scent

Wispy and fleeting.

...

....Love? Really?

….

 

Author's Note

Stream of consciousness type thing going on. Not a rant. Just thoughts that even with pen I can't begin to describe.

In comparison to my other poems that I have posted, this one is a real jump to no-where land. I realize that I should probably write a transitional piece, just to show that this is not another piece about failed relationships and such that I've written before. Alot of time has passed since I've last written or posted anything.

Just a disclaimer so no one shall label me as boring and repetitive in the poems I write; this is piece is something different (for me, that is, in terms of what I've written before). A dilemma of love? Not quite but sorta. Time has passed, I'm older, wiser, stupider, and it's someone different this time around.

Reviews

[Tony]

In that case, let me read a couple more......

[...]

... makes complete sense to me ... the incompleteness of it all ... the pausing emotions and the absurd aftermath ... stunning work!!! ...

[NinjaPi]

It is very interesting and very vauge. ait feels like you are trying to say something but you cant. I believe you have met you goal for this poem.

[azlamalo]

I like the idea :) thanks for sharing