I’ve been reading a ton of poetry posted here as well as on other sites. I love throwing poems in my reading mix whenever I don’t have the time or desire to read something that’s more than a few pages long at the time. Poetry of course tends to tell a story very quickly and for this, I’m grateful. I’d like to think most writers have some poetry of their own without officially adding ‘poet’ to their writing resumes.
Thanks to a creative writing class I took last year (which I enjoyed) I was able to shake out few pieces of my own. I’d like to share one with you if you aren’t too allergic to sappy stuff. Seriously, at the time I’d just went through a break-up from which I thought we’d live happily ever after. Our relationship was only a few months long but I’d known of him since I was in high school long ago. Anyways, I’m completely over him and in fact, I’m able to find this poem funny now.
We cannot laugh at others if we’re unable to laugh at ourselves, right?
Okay, no offense to anyone going through a break-up right now. I hope you too can laugh (and love again) soon. 3, 2, 1:
To this day, he still sits in my once-very broken heart.
Probably in one of my main arteries, like bad cholesterol.
Acting up only so often when I see something,
Or hear something,
Or smell something.
Reminiscent of those days with him.
I’d easily answer, “I’m over him,” if you ask.
Never though is it easy to get a series of experiences
Out of one’s mind,
Out of one’s artery.
Tried to cry him out many times
Nearly coughed up my lung instead.
In my heart, there he sits, unaffected
waiting patiently in a crevice
until I was alone or until I see another couple.
Hand in hand. And it starts again.
No amount of happy, no prescription
Neither dream, nor reality can heal this
It’s been months- I’m questioning time’s ability
of what it’s supposed to do
Heal my heart, fade him
to the backdrop where every heartache is supposed to go.
In the meanwhile, perk up.
Try not to show signs of wear.
Hope that attack on my heart does not catch up with me.
Yeah, painful isn’t it? I hope all of your violins didn’t jump out of their cases and start playing all by themselves. I did enjoy creating this even though at the time it was a dreadful experience. Are there any poems or short stories that you’ve written that you’d like to share? If so, go ahead and blog about them and comment that you’ve done so- I’d love to have a look at them. 🙂