Saturday, January 29, 2005
Mugging...
I was so bored today, that I actually went to mug.... Managed to read through 3 articles of my social work coursepack before I kinda drifted on to poetry and crap again.... Those articles are just so darn boring, using all sorts of chim language that just a page of it really saps away all the energy I have.... Next time, if I can't sleep, instead of counting sheep, I think I'll just dig up these notes and read them....
Anyway, in my poetic, philosophical moment, I realised something... Though the poems I write hold deep meaning for me, and I would read them over and over again, I bet that most people wouldn't understand or feel the emotions behind it....
Titleless Poem I wrote, which is about how different people view the poems.....
Pen on paper,
Fluid motions.
Cursive scribbles,
Intense emotions.
Poems on paper,
Simple yet deep,
Recall the past,
In tears they read.
Words on paper,
A messy clutter.
By confused people,
Cast into the gutter.
I guess it is quite hard to understand.... basically, the first is how the author views the poem, followed by people who can relate to the poem through past experiences, and the last, is people who don't appreciate it at all.....
- Emptiness - 1/29/2005 09:07:00 pm
