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Anything You Expect...
by J. P. DaviesI believe in something, but it pains me to describe it.
You never told me how to live.
{Screams flutter in smokey spirals}
I can not be anything you expect,
or any dream you built of me to please.
So I'll slave away, for the ends,
because that will make you proud.
That I care is the reason,
it hurts,
when I can't live {up},
To your social expectaions. 03/08/2004 Posted on 03/08/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Emma Turtle on 08/26/07 at 07:43 PM I feel i can relate,very straight to the point!well written! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/08/07 at 04:58 PM JP, congratulations on becoming POTD. The honesty in your words also contain large amounts of pain because yes, it does hurt when no matter what we do, for some it's never good enough.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/09/07 at 07:46 AM Fascinating poem... and your choreographed "spirals" presented as interludes in such an interesting way are especially effective! Also the poem has a very strong feeling of effort of "care" the weight of the aim and that work is felt...and yet there is still a lightness.. in the direction "{up}". |
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