Anyhow, the main reason for the joy - because, understand it or not, I actually do like to go to school and study (which implies seeing friends and having something intelligent to do everyday as well) - is that I will now have more time to try and write! I have been so focused on writing essays, some of which, actually, I'm quite proud of, that I haven't been able to write anything else.
I did, actually start translating one of my poems - Mountains - to Portuguese, with the help of a certain someone, but we couldn't finish it, since we were in a plane and without a dictionary. And of course, I managed to sneak a bit of time last night to write one poem, and then again today some more for another one,which is here;
When You're Not Here
And sometimes, when you're not here,
I trade a poem for a pen.
I draw a picture of a heart.
I imagine your face and I -
I think how it would start.
The story of our lives
together,
of our destinies conjoined
forever.
Sometimes when I sit alone,
and the room around grows dim,
it scares me not, I feel alive -
your memory still deep inside.
The idea is of daydreaming about someone you would really want to be with, but don't have the courage to tell them about it, and eventually figuring out you've waited for the right time for too long, and now they've gone away. The inspiration came from a blog entry of one of my colleagues, who wrote about something completely different (about feeling happy when it's raining outside, to put it very simply), but as I have explained in a previous entry, I can easily use point A to get to point F and point X in a flash and write something about that.
(So thank you for an inspiring text, and I hope you write plenty more! :)
2 comments:
YEAH you have been reading my blog :D oh I am so happy I inspired you to write this lovely poem! This is all I wish for when I write, to say something that is meaningful in some way, to someone...
Oh your poem, it´s the exact feeling I get sometimes when I think about the people who died, in my life (or just the one I can´t admit even to myself)... Just the thought of never ever get the chance to tell him how much I love him... Thank you…
*Lucky one - vacations are not for me lol at least I got my rain :D
I'm glad you liked the poem! :) And thank you for your nice comments too.
Actually, what I was going for was more in the sense that they've moved away, or something similar to that. But yeah, I often end up making it seem like they all die. And in here, too, you can very easily read it that way. I don't know how I always manage to do that, without me noticing it until someone points it out... But the idea you got was what I was going for exactly, the one of never being able to tell them anymore. :)
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