Hypo
08-16-2004, 10:46 AM
Ok, this is quite weird. I wouldn't call it a poem. I don't know what I'd call it. I had some deep inspiration. I'm sure you can tell when reading it. It's really weird. Not your average 'post' ill call it. But I just thought I'd post it on here to see what you all thought.
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Head VS Heart. Who always wins?!
My eyes burn, the tears well up
'It's no reason to cry', I tell myself
'Stop being stupid'
"But she is so selfish' My heart comprimises
'Thinking I cannot feel, even for her'
'think how she feels!' My head shouts.
'But it's what I feel, that counts.'
'She could hurt, harm, TRY!' It begins.
My heart butts in. 'Well I wish she had never told me! How selfish can she be?
Tell me this, then expect me to forget. Anyone who can forget this, is not human.'
'You made her feel so bad, guilty even. Scared you would tell.
Annoyed and upset that you keep going on about it. What if you cause her to start. To do. You know.'
Then the guilt sets in. 'What if I do make her. How selfish was I? She trusted me, now this.
How can I make it better?'
'"Drop it" she says.
"Drop it?" I ask.
"Drop it." She repeats.
Drop it, echos in my head. How can a thing such as this be dropped?'
'Do as she asks' intervenes my head again.
If only time could be changed. Rewound. Erased.
'But would I?' I ask myself
I cannot honestly say I would. Or could.
'That metal looks so tempting now. The cold. The feel. The shine.' My heart dazes.
'Do not become what she has let herself become!' Yells my head.
But deep down, I know the risk. Yet I want to release, to forget, to leave.
'Shall I?' asks the heart.
'Do as you please' snaps the brain. 'For I am only a feeble organ who has no say. I am only
the one who controls the body, who thinks, who makes decisions. But if you feel like a change of authority, then you shall choose. If you like.'
My heart does not have the ability to think. So it does not.
'I shall' it replies.
And my body leaves, so peacefully, having had the release it so desired.
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Oh, and any critisism is welcome. I need it as I'm not very good at this but I had to write this cos it helps clear my mind. And critisism should help me improve as I really love writing.
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Head VS Heart. Who always wins?!
My eyes burn, the tears well up
'It's no reason to cry', I tell myself
'Stop being stupid'
"But she is so selfish' My heart comprimises
'Thinking I cannot feel, even for her'
'think how she feels!' My head shouts.
'But it's what I feel, that counts.'
'She could hurt, harm, TRY!' It begins.
My heart butts in. 'Well I wish she had never told me! How selfish can she be?
Tell me this, then expect me to forget. Anyone who can forget this, is not human.'
'You made her feel so bad, guilty even. Scared you would tell.
Annoyed and upset that you keep going on about it. What if you cause her to start. To do. You know.'
Then the guilt sets in. 'What if I do make her. How selfish was I? She trusted me, now this.
How can I make it better?'
'"Drop it" she says.
"Drop it?" I ask.
"Drop it." She repeats.
Drop it, echos in my head. How can a thing such as this be dropped?'
'Do as she asks' intervenes my head again.
If only time could be changed. Rewound. Erased.
'But would I?' I ask myself
I cannot honestly say I would. Or could.
'That metal looks so tempting now. The cold. The feel. The shine.' My heart dazes.
'Do not become what she has let herself become!' Yells my head.
But deep down, I know the risk. Yet I want to release, to forget, to leave.
'Shall I?' asks the heart.
'Do as you please' snaps the brain. 'For I am only a feeble organ who has no say. I am only
the one who controls the body, who thinks, who makes decisions. But if you feel like a change of authority, then you shall choose. If you like.'
My heart does not have the ability to think. So it does not.
'I shall' it replies.
And my body leaves, so peacefully, having had the release it so desired.
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Oh, and any critisism is welcome. I need it as I'm not very good at this but I had to write this cos it helps clear my mind. And critisism should help me improve as I really love writing.