IN MY DARK ROOM

Poem_Grox_Davo · Member Joined: 14 Jan 2007 Posts: 182 Location: Cali

In My Dark Room

Sitting here in the dark,
Thinking about countless different things.
A lot has stuck to my mind,
I guess I should wait to see what time brings.

I see little light, shining underneath the door,
Like a little path, I should follow and seek for.
But It seems like I’m much comfortable in around darkness,
Knowing no one is around, so I can be to myself and harmless.

Sometimes it’s good to be alone,
It brings you memories and opens your eyes to present.
But sometimes its harmful to your own,
Bringing you sadness and thoughts that aren’t pleasant.

At times I think I know what I want,
And at times I doubt that I do.
Its an uncontrollable mixed feeling,
Stopping won’t cease and get me through.

So, at this stage, what is there to do?
So awful to think there is no one to turn to.
It’s a stage where a men is really confused,
Seeking truth from someone but thinking I will be refused.

Yet again, I can easily be wrong,
I need to gather myself and be strong.
For in the lonely times, I shall wait patiently,
For the right moment to arrive, and come forth to me.

Don’t “YOU” wonder what this poem is really about?
Well, you see, it’s a mixed message crying from inside my heart.
A confusing poem that is so drained, just like my mind,
Wondering if a day will come, and convincingly tell me I’m not just yet blind.

I just wish someone walked miles and miles with me in my shoe,
Just to taste the everyday things I still go through.
I wish someone were to hold my hand to guide me towards light,
To tell me what I’m doing in darkness and show me her beautiful site.

And again, here I am in my dark room,
Sitting confused and writing this poem.
Looking around there is no sign of help or direction,
Leaving me with empty thoughts full of unfilled affection.

BrnAzn · Bronze Member Joined: 21 Aug 2006 Posts: 527

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BrnAzn · Bronze Member Joined: 21 Aug 2006 Posts: 527

LadyLazarus · Member Joined: 17 Feb 2008 Posts: 304

Ugh!

Davo Grox kochetsyal.... Your poetry annoys me (if it can be called poetry at all, that is). I'm very sorry that noone taught you that just because words rhyme doesn't mean you have to make a poem out of them... Poetry is art; please stop writing--your poetry insults art!

If you'd like to see what real poetry looks like, perhaps you could do us all a favor and read a few things first, before you start writing pages of nonsense you call poems. Start with Sylvia Plath (just so you'll know how bad you really are at this), try Octavio Paz or T.S. Elliot for variety, move to e.e. cummings to further reinforce your lack of talent, then move to Maya Angelou for inspiration, etc etc. When you feel you've read enough good poetry, for God's sake go back to Sylvia Plath and read everything she's written.

AND, oh dear davo, do try some armenian poets if you can read armenian. Sit down with Paruyr Sevak, Vahan Teryan, and if you feel brave, try some Avetik Isaakyan (I would especially recommend "Abu Lala Mahari"); if you feel especially brave, try Narekatsi (try to keep from crying--it's OK if you don't understand his armenian--then look up when he lived and worked and you'll know why). Your lack of talent should become quite clear to you at that point.

If after all that you can come back and pick up the pen once again, my hat's off to you. Now off you go, go buy some books and start reading.

thistooshallpass · Member Joined: 27 Nov 2007 Posts: 101