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lili*kim (lilikim) wrote,
@ 2003-12-05 22:20:00
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    Current mood: annoyed
    Current music:"Forgive" - Sarah McLaughlin

    some poem i just wrote.
    the story of something that doesn't make sense

    it's a useless feeling,
    with useless consequences
    when learning how to face the facts
    even what seems relevant is not
    it's pointless to dream of things
    that could never be
    and hope and aspire for unspoken desires
    it could never be how it is
    in the movies
    or in the books
    so i'd write my own
    and it'd go how i wanted it to
    perfection wouldn't be so hard to accomplish
    happiness would be easily attainable
    unlike these times when some things just don't
    make sense -
    and perhaps they never will.
    because as useless as it all may seem,
    the story has a point
    and every book has an ending
    and all throughout, the plot unfolds
    she rises
    and she falls again



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s0meb0dy
2003-12-05 23:15 (link)
Feelings without reason or explaination
Unplanned and unwelcomed at first
With the movie ending in sight
she flee's the scene of the crime
his car still warm from their tight embrace
His dreams still alive in the cold nights air

She retreats to her room-
and it's familiar security
The rational behind the acts
shrouded by previous failures

Life worth learning is a mystery
the dreaded predictable ending
Little comfort will be found
reading the expected

Dreaming of an ending
So completely unexpected
Unplanned and irrational
this must be perfection

its allure is its mystery
Your smile hides a million thoughts
My feelings worn plainly
seeking security


PS: I heart you





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