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A Birthday & A Little Poetry |
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It is the 12 of November, in the year 2006 blaugh It's my birthday tomorrow! Finally, after waiting eagerly since August for this date is is only a few hours away. Happy Birthday to me in one day, happy birthday to me in one day, and many more...hopefully. And no, I'm not actually posting my new age. If you know me, then you know what day tomorrow is, and I am not interesting in telling people I've never heard of, met, or even know their real gender my birthdate.
Now, normally, people celebrate their birthdates on the day of their birth, but tomorrow's a Monday. I have school, and I will most likely have no time to get on Gaia and celebrate my adding of an extra year. Thus, the day-before celebration! And to commemorate this event, I'm even going to embarras myself by putting up some of my old poetry. (What am I thinking?)
Called To Me (dated circa 2004)
he called to me yesterday
with his arms so ensouling and heard so strong a mind so caring and a touch so gentle
he called to me at night
when the darkest skies turned everything pitch when the moon had fallen and the stars had faded
he called to me and I heard
his voice soothed me and all my fears, frights with a lyrical tongue and words of magic
he called to me and I knew
it would never be this perfect ever again the lights in our eyes would never shine as brightly as they did in that perfect, single, moment.
he called to me yesterday
he showed me a world of beauty of grace everlasting and no evils could be found in anyone
he called to me and I followed
What else could I do? I was dead.
My sister was the only one to read the poem, and she freaked out because she thought that the poem was about the bad word that starts with s and is followed by two letters, one which is in the word eye and the other letter in the word x-ray. Of course, I then reread it and realized that I was writing smutty poetry! Gasp! The horror! (If I could have any more sarcasm right now, I think the world would explode.)
I sorely hope that some others out there are a little more understanding of who this "he" is supposed to be. If not, shame on you all. I'll most likely repost this some time in the future, simply because I feel motivated again to publicize my works. So, look foreward to that, my dear friend.
It was a pleasure speaking with you again, Jim-Fred-Geraldine.
Current Mood: biggrin blaugh biggrin blaugh xd (ecstatic)
PiraTotchi · Mon Nov 13, 2006 @ 01:13am · 1 Comments |
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