It's open-mic night here at For The Love.
I recently found some poems that I wrote my freshman year of college. It's funny. I knew at the time that I would one day find them and read them, and I always wondered what my future self would think of them when I did. Would I think they were stupid? Would I no longer understand what I was talking about? Would I throw them away in a desparate act of unholy obliteration? Some, I remember, have already fallen victim to the latter. Years ago. But I pulled a few of the survivors out tonight and decided I will probably, at some point, share a select few, here on thisstage page. I am surpised to find that the future self I am today would totally write these poems now, that is, if I had more energy and inspiration.
The one I've been thinking of for a while now, goes something like this:
Plunge me
like a naked child
make me learn to
swim
Plunge me
like a dying sinner
into waters that for-
give
and I will let you
I won't fight
it's what I want
let's make it right.
Plunge me
back into feeling
teach me how to
love
Plunge me
into contentment
show me I have e-
nough
so make it real
yah, make me see
push me push me
so perfect I'll be.
Plunge me.
**snap*snap*snap*snap*snap**
Thank you thank you! You're too kind..wow, really thanks. Good grief! Stop snapping already.
I recently found some poems that I wrote my freshman year of college. It's funny. I knew at the time that I would one day find them and read them, and I always wondered what my future self would think of them when I did. Would I think they were stupid? Would I no longer understand what I was talking about? Would I throw them away in a desparate act of unholy obliteration? Some, I remember, have already fallen victim to the latter. Years ago. But I pulled a few of the survivors out tonight and decided I will probably, at some point, share a select few, here on this
The one I've been thinking of for a while now, goes something like this:
Plunge me
like a naked child
make me learn to
swim
Plunge me
like a dying sinner
into waters that for-
give
and I will let you
I won't fight
it's what I want
let's make it right.
Plunge me
back into feeling
teach me how to
love
Plunge me
into contentment
show me I have e-
nough
so make it real
yah, make me see
push me push me
so perfect I'll be.
Plunge me.
**snap*snap*snap*snap*snap**
Thank you thank you! You're too kind..wow, really thanks. Good grief! Stop snapping already.
Comments
Encore Encore Encore !!!
Love
M(:-)M
does anyone else smell the faint waftings of nepotism?
or something like that..actually, it's quite a good poem.