I thought I'd follow the trend

Here's some poetry I've written:


Seeming to stare
Failing under your glare
Of curious, Innocent Feeling.

One second your there
Loving and Kind,
Next second your gone,
Just a wish, a thought in my mind.

Please clue me in my blue eyed friend,
so that maybe, just maybe I could Pretend;
That just for one second, of the day, month , year,
I could have you, loving me here.

I know that it's selfish, and pitifully so.
But I knew I'd have to be, I loved you since the word 'go.'
loving you is odd, like a flickering candle, But hating you is worse, my soul it will mangle.
But I just can't resist by the way that you treat me, Your always here, but your eyes decieve me.
Could you possibly love me AND leave me?

and another one I wrote:

She lives in her own world, on her own schedule.
Everyone else is in the way, like a clique in a high school.
Why does she DO this to everyone else?
Perhaps she thinks that it's COOL? Well thats just her, no body else.
Oh yes, you upset her and the sky is falling in,
but maybe your mad, no matter, chuck those feeling in the bin.
But then your upset, and your crying too loud, she pretends to care, to close up your mouth.
All this non-feeling, how do you LIVE like that?
All of this contempt, but yet she scurries around like a rat.
Nothing Is wrong, I tell her repeatedly,
Even though everything is screaming inside of me.
But what is the point of telling her that,
She won't really care, she'll just shove it off, it doesn't matter.
How Hypocritical I find this to be,
why would she ever care about me?
I'm just a disposable pawn, like the rest of the people that do surround me.
Stop asking me if anythings wrong!
No I don't want to come and hug you.
Why does she DO THIS TO ME?
How could I have been so Insanely Naive?
She may 'care' now, but give it a week, she'll be leaving again, forget about me.
She'll come crawling back for forgiveness, just you wait and see.
The question is; do I really want to love her, when she'll walk away from me?

I like the way it flows
It just rolls off the tounge
And I like the meaning
The feeling
The best writings/poems are the ones that make you feel

I like it

Thankie