iwannabeapoet
Going through the mountain that has accumulated over the last month, I found this poem that I must've written some time in recent weeks. I quite like it, so don't judge me for it, but if you have to say its crap, then at least leave it in a comment.
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Like a waterfall miles down
the river, a rain that came
while we were out at sea - the time
that I was always told would come
is suddenly here. Funny then, that everything
I ever wanted arrives just after desire
has made its departure, a sober
maybe even sensible fellow
left behind.
Funny how you look at stuff you wrote just moments ago and feel like you've grown out of it already.
Thanks for having a look, my name is paul and I believe idealism is worth it.
posted by paul at 10:53 AM
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Paul Yeoh the poet.
Still can't beat 1993's:
Let me count the ways I love you,
1, 2, 3 and fianally Infinity!
thanks for the memory trip babe. i vaguely remember writing something like that... did that come from memory or did you actually have the original hard copy hahaha
Alas, hard copy gone! I write from memory. You should come say hi to Cecil St Jo s sometime. See ya dude!
On Re-discovering Idealism
Funny then,
that a man should grow
back into a boy,
and discover,
while paddling upstream -
that the source of the water,
is not lost.
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i love that snippet of hope.
ur my bro dude!
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