Thread: An impromptu personal poem.

I'm not a great poet. I'm kind of depressed so I decided to write a poem a few minutes ago. I didn't really edit it. Hope you guys like it. It really only makes sense if you're me or someone else I know.

"Nameless"

Sometimes I find myself sitting in the rain.
I sit for awhile and for a while I sit
I ponder old thoughts and ask myself questions
Will I ever hear an answer?

When i stand outside like you did that day alone
In the rain, amongst graceful tall pillars of stone
And ask aloud, "if I call, will she pick up the phone?"

After all the pain and confusion and pain
How can i remain sane
When i know nothing will be the same?

Nothing has been the same
NOTHING...has been the same.
And what remains?
What of me still stands to this day?
What is there left for me to say!?

Where stands a daughter without a mother..
A son without his father?
An A without an E,
An i....without a you?

Where does that leave O?
Oh is me and me is lost
Oh has lost what could have been...
Indefinite.

My regret is a tornado in the distance
Yet harsh and suddenly it is upon me
Rushing about, slamming blocks into other blocks
Sending what used to be tall gracefull pillars of stone
Dancing about the land that is my mind.
Nothing is the same.

You and i....we don't make sense
Our fucked up past is smudged paint on once empty canvas
sheets and sheets of empty canvas, spoiled!
Spoiled by the curious artist who dared to say..."what if?"

And now what if not?
Was time borrowed? Never was replaced
Or was it stolen? What if not , I ask?

Would we be standing on our once again empty canvas
With millions of possibilities at our figertips, like an artists paintbrushes?! ?
Or the sound of the rain pattering, pattering against the concrete
Like pieces of my crumbling mind
Or swaying gently like the last ...petal... of a rose?

What if past and present was more than blurred paint on our canvas?
What if we could mix past and present to form a harmony of color
A nameless perfection, for perfection needs no name...
But in this form it has a name

What if this perfection is only
One
Kiss
Away?

-rain, if