Mindy Tells Me I'm Awesome

Mindy Tells Me I'm Awesome

A Poem by Olmsted A. T.
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Yes it is another waltz this one is about writing though

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Mindy tells me I'm awesome of that she's quite sure
She loves my way of banter and the songs I perform

She says that I'm wasting my life more with each dropped calendar page
For my once thought "never going to be" - will happen one day

And I need to give up the humble ghost 
and accept the fact
That somewhere there is talent
deep inside the keep
where the moderate genius slept

Alone for so long and now it has finally broken free
and needs to be written shouted and be sung
for the whole planet to see

And i smile and pretend it is easy to agree
But if im being honest still cant comprehend what it is she sees

Words always came natural as a breath or a song
The melody appealing and the chorus far too long

The structure quite an awkward style and rambling of wit
Shared with a deprecating smile and a slightly moderated pitch

She can hear loves lost call that lies between the lines
Through the maelstrom of metaphors
is where the real details tend to shine

That a mind that radiates brightly
And never misses a beat
Can keep others who're weary
Glued to their seats
eyes burning with exhaustion
still clung to the page
Like Demosthenes commanding a mental stage

Speaking of heartbreak redemption and loss
Of losing of lovers and losers love's lost
Of fighters and dreamers they are one in the same
and somehow all of them share my name

I guess it is true that to some point
I cant disagree
because somehow these characters
are a part of me
manifestations of feelings
I once held so dear
and i carried with me trough many tough years

Changing the names to fit a better tale
some have grown their own stories
and away they have sailed

Some tend to hang around
like a bad summers day
while waiting for a winter
that is never on its way

But they're all there
when i pick up a pen
and to some extent
i think of them as long lost friends

Mindy tells me I'm awesome
Of this she's quite blatantly clear
And if I am starting to believe her
Does that make me egotistical and weird

Or accepting the fact that i have a small gift 
one I'd not trade - due to smiles i give

© 2013 Olmsted A. T.


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Olmsted A. T.
Olmsted A. T.

Bradenton, FL



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