This piece, this piece, excuse my language - f***s with me. It is something that I could have written but days ago, it is something I may yet write; that battle between the mind and the heart - the heart just feeling love, just full of smiles and hugs - just full of love. The mind, with all my baggage - with all the obstacles - the distance - just badgering away at my heart each and every moment of every minute of every f*****g day. The mind just putting so much there, the accusations - the poems written in reply about the accusations - my insecurities, my jealousy, my lack of trust - and I kept pushing her away - then scrambling to try to make it better, but pushing all of my guilt on her - all my problems on her... just pushing. Where this poem is, is one of the worst places to be - and the number of times I have taken myself there in past few weeks... the number of times that I though I had finally screwed it up beyond any repair... this piece, Cowboy... I would not want anybody ever to feel this, man... I feel it almost all the time, even when it is not the case - cause I know that it happened, that even though I got that second chance from her - that I went there, and crap - lol, I am at freaking work - I should not be tearing up like this - I just know it is a horrible place to be...
And the heart woefully interrupted
That's your problem
Always thinking
The one I truly love is gone.
My mind cried out
I know me too.
This is refreshingly creative. The mind and heart are usually at odds when it really matters most. Why is that? Love the ending where the mind and heart finally agree about truly loving her. Two thumbs up on this poem!
I believe this is a typing error.
And being to prideful ad loud.
It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool
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Birth name: Dale Deadmond
Born November 20th, 1969
Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate.
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my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..