Kiss Me Goodnight.

Something that I thought of right now; It was on my mind for quite a bit. Just a poem- Enjoy. Feel free to comment, too.
-------------

I find it Funny.
How I dream of
That one person who's out of my life
Forever.
It is kind of Funny
How my dreams only speak
One sentence.
One topic.
Only show me what I truely wanted.
And what I want.
Isn't it funny?
How our dreams haunt us?
More like nightmares
When I dream of Him
And I want Him to be here.
And I want Him and I
To be close.
To be like we used to.
To share, not love,
But a perfect friendship
Like it used to be,
To trust each other.
Hilarious, no?
To hear His laugh.
I would kill to hear that laugh.
I would cry if I was upset
And He is-
Was-
The only person who understood.
I would talk to Him
And He'd...
Talk back to me...
Like He cared.
I knew He cared.
This is too funny.
And then when I dream of Him
We're not together
But as close as we can get
Near each other.
Talk.
Laugh.
Smiling.
Understanding.
Sharing.
Caring.
And as I dream of that one person who's out of my life
Forever
I begin to realize
It's not so funny
After all.
My dreams are my dreams
And yet are my nightmares.
It's not funny
How I want them to stop.
Or how I want them to end.
It's not hilarious
To know that He is gone.
To know that the past
Is never my future.
It isn't so hilarious
That my dreams don't come
True.
I cry because of this.
I die because of this.
My dreams
And Him.
They are my nightmares
And still like dreams.
I want them
But I know
In the end
When I wake up
And when I sigh silently to myself
I know
They are only dreams.

What truly amazes me about your poetry is how you bring those pervasive thoughts....those little "mental hiccups" that occur when we think of what we want to say....to life. And like I said in response to your other piece, you manage to do it without wringing the crap out of the emotional towel.

You rock like three bags of cement, little darlin'...and continue to inspire me in new ways even I hadn't thought of.

As always, devastatingly beautiful.

Content and emotional impact aside (which, with your work I would almost compare to listening to a piece of music and trying to explain how it left you feeling, or how it changed you, to someone else who'd asked - it'd be damn near impossible being as how it effects different people differently based on where they're coming from and where they were at when they listened to it, or this case, read it), I also love, love how you control the reader's actual reading pace with the use of punctuation, fragmented sentences and pauses.

A5 indeed.

starburstz91 said:

Isn't it funny?
How our dreams haunt us?
More like nightmares

Click to expand...

Good line.

Dave2112 said:

What truly amazes me about your poetry is how you bring those pervasive thoughts....those little "mental hiccups" that occur when we think of what we want to say....to life. And like I said in response to your other piece, you manage to do it without wringing the crap out of the emotional towel.

You rock like three bags of cement, little darlin'...and continue to inspire me in new ways even I hadn't thought of.

Click to expand...

agree!!

wow

I really like this!