An impromptu personal poem.

[Rainman]

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

[CoLd BlooDed]

Hey, found it. Pretty good, man, I liked it. Could've used some revision to fix up those minor errors, but you said it was uneditted so it's fine. 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 I really like this metaphor, and makes it seem like regret is something so far away that you'll never be touched, but it comes faster than you'd like. I also like how you repeated the 'tall graceful pillars of stone' bit, because for me it emboldens strength and how easy it's knocked over. I hope that was intentional (the repetition, at least, not my take on it). Overall, good stuff. Free verse is always fun because you can take it any way. Have any other poems?

[Rainman]

Yes it was intentional, and thank you very much for your comments. I'm no poet, so its good to hear someone that is have something nice to say. No one will understand most of that poem. It's very personal. There are probably only about 6 people who would udnerstand it's true meaning. I'm about to edit it and add a stanza or two

[Rainman]

Or apparently not. the edit button isn't showing up?