by Emily Tong
Theres something delicious in
feeling sorry for yourself. You know on those
melancholy days when you are supposed
to cheer yourself with a mug of tea but dont and
instead find yourself staring into the clouds
that seem closer to the ground than they ought to be.
And for whatever reason abandon sets in and you
are liable to do anything be anything sing
at the top of your lungs because (no one is listening
anyways). And you dont even want to cheer up; its
Your turn to be pathetic. As far as youre concerned there
is nothing so fascinating at the moment as
tracing your fingers across your reflection in the window
and laughing maniacally on purpose just for the purpose
of totally freaking out everyone around you. But
everyday cant be like that.
Anyways its exhausting to be that honest with people
Author's Note: still needs some work.
ps - a singularity is (in general relativity)
the mathematical representation of a black hole.
it's also the state, fact, or quality of being
singular (whatever that means)
Posted on 05/22/2008
Copyright © 2023 Emily Tong
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 05/22/08 at 09:52 PM|
I like this. It's really hard writing what you are trying to explain here, but I think you've got it. The word "totally" and the end doesn't quite fit, but this explains feelings that are really hard to put to paper. Good work.
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 05/22/08 at 09:53 PM|
at* the end no and the end. Sorry.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/27/08 at 04:45 AM|
Refreshingly and searingly honest insight..the kind seldom seen here. I hope you;re feeling better.