Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.

- Graycie Harmon

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Unusual Sunday Post - Poems

I wrote these on a napkin Friday night and am reproducing them here without alteration. They are variations on a theme.

I'm sitting here,
Talking to someone else,
But dreaming of you.

I'm drifting through,
Trying to find love,
And loving you.

Your actions said 'yes.'
Your silence said 'no.'
Still, I want only you.

I want to fly free.
Instead I'm left weeping,
Chained to you.

Give me freedom.
Disappear. Let me go.
Let me forget about you.

Dreaming of a perfect life,
Crying, hating you,
Because I love you.

I Love You. I Hate you.
I love you.
I hate you
Because I love you.
Let me go.
Let me forget.

One day you will regret
What you never had the balls
To get up and go get.

So let me go.
Let me forget.
I love you.
I hate you
Because I love you.


Pam Asberry said...

I can SO relate to these poems. Thank you for sharing your heart.

S.M. Carrière said...

You're welcome. I rarely write poetry any more (I used to write mountains of it in High School), and these just jumped out at me last Friday night.