Some Random Bits O' Poetry

Basically, things I've found randomly, on looseleaf, that I sorta remember writing.

Petting pawing

Biting Clawing

Smooth Rough

Obsession

Alluring Tempting

Law Abiding

Citizen Involving

Addictive

Always Revolving

Never Stopping

Turning Tumbling

Passionate

You wanted to be with me
I wanted to be alone
You asked how you could be near me
And I pointed to the phone
You seem to have no chance
To you it isnt clear
I'll always choose another
Never shedding a tear

Just once more

Tell me once more how it goes

'cause I cant remember anymore

But I know

Everythings been left behind

We arent feeling anything

So just once more

Tell me how it used to go

How we used to live

How we felt

Because we arent feeling anymore

See this?
Yeah, this here is me
Written in ink
First draft

Oh, if my english teachers saw this
I wonder if they know

If they know how many half baked,

Half concious

Penned first drafts they recieved

They gave A's too.

If they only knew.

They say things in languages only they understand

Convey emotion and set themselves up

Hide their vulnerability in their strength

In their wit and classic charm

Realizing only afterwards the fools they made themselves

But everyone has 20/20 hindsight
Everyone see's what they *should* have done.

Half finished poems

trailing off in thought

a not-quite-finished masterpiece

not well drawn out

just spiralling down

making less and less sense

as the stanza's grow

an undefined concept

perpetual confusion...

Transfixed

A hand reaches toward the flame

reaches toward the scorching heat

unaware of the consequences

of the blistering pain attached

to such a hypnotizing beauty

The flame dances playfully
and licks the hand invitingly

giving the warmth without the sting

tempting the hand to go further

convincing it that it hasnt,

found the real treasure

and almost there,

the hand begins to feel the pain

awakened to a new sensation

too horrified to pull away

having successfully surrendered

its power and free will

to the uncontrollable majesty

of fire.

Tada, So they arent all poems I guess. Unless you're very forgiving of half baked free verse. Comment?