Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

Pretty powerful poem ! I like it a lot!!

9-27-04
"My computer just restarted itself for the 10th time this week. In a way this is a good thing. I noticed that it's EXTREMELY quiet outside. There is a very delicate breeze squeezing through my window screens. Nothing more than the occasional tap, squeak, or shuffle that assures me that life has not ceased in Brooklyn, but that it's still alive and kicking, just a little on the pensive side today."

Just wanted to let everyone know that Seth (Keats) wife went into labor this morning and should be having their baby boy (Garret Mason Mills) later on today!!! At least it better be a boy.

Amber I like your style of Creative Writing. It's like you're trying to tell us something exciting, and you use the clearest possible language to convey that to your audience but somehow your message get misconstrued (which is fine cuz this is the place for that). What I'm confused about is your emotion in your writing. Are you happy that this Seth Character is having a child or are you perplexed by the uncertainty of the child's gender.

One way or the other, great Prose!

:)

No seriously, Congrats!

My greatest success, my greatest defeat,
I'd like to say I'm still standing on two feet,
but I'm not, I'm on hands and knees,
picking through the debris
that no one talks about or cares to see,
but it seems when its really only me,
the one thing i have left,
is the assurance of a risky situation turning into death.
I'm not in the mindset to care,
but while I'm in this mindset, I always try to share,
so somehow people will know that I've been there,
and all I got was this stupid T-shirt.
If you're dealing with pain, and dealing with hurt,
if your car's wrecked and you're feeling overworked,
if you think about life and you automatically start thinking the worse,
it was for you that I first penned this verse.
I'm not one for mincing meat pies or even my words,
hiding meanings left behind by my nouns and verbs,
or using twelve spices giblets and herbs,
to hide the fact that I've been stuck in a verve,
or is it more like a constant curve,
that always brings me back here to the start,
and that's really the only part,
that I just can't stand,
alone or together I wish my life was in demand,
then I could pause or rewind as much I wanted,
Redo bad decisions or reflect as much I wanted,
or at least for 24 hours, to finally have the power,
to control more than just which way the stream takes me.

That was good, Jerm. Poignant.

True love awaits me
Of this I am sure
Yet, will it come quickly
Will it come slowly
Will it be foreshadowed
Will it come in surprise
Will pink elephants fly
Will fireworks light
Will it be a new meeting
Will it be close to forgotten
Will my hair be long
Will my hair be cut
Will he be very close, far, or near
Will it come in the fall, summer, winter, or spring
These things I do not know
But true love awaits me
Of this I am sure