Pontius Posted February 1, 2006 Share Posted February 1, 2006 This is the first poem I have ever written outside of high school class assignments. "Good Luck Chuck" She buys balloons, she lets them go Eyes smiling, suffer set to slow All to render: "no real reason" Whose turn comes this season? Wallowing in a callow shade Your sense of self up for trade Days numbered, etched in stone A date with fate, you're on your own Cutting cold her heart will be Fleeing too fast, your eyes won't see; Left with her affliction encased Yet given no sign; everything erased Delusions of grandeur; unaware Future and failure will soon compare Whilst I could laugh and gloat with glee I want nothing for you what happened to me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShySoul Posted February 4, 2006 Share Posted February 4, 2006 Nice work. You should keep writing, its a great way to express yourself. Don't lose hope. The future doesn't have to be full of failure. And when it is, look for the silver lining and try to turn it around into something positive. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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