the second, or third, coming.

a really really really cool poem!

i wish more people would comment
on MY poems because if I don't get lots and lots of comments
i get really sad,
 )-=
and then i start to think that nobody will ever really
love me,
 like, why can't you guys get it? i am like the
second coming of ee. or even woodie guthrie,
or even, like, JFK. 
                   if jesus was here
he'd tell you too, that i am really really cool and
talented at writing poems.
 
and gyrating my hips, clock-wise, anti-clockwise
I could turn my world into your world,
holding my pen upright, central position, sometimes
my hand gets slippery or really like sore, and
i drop my pen it falls to the floor,
 and that's like a simile for my feelings
  when you are mean to me, and they drop below
   the sea-level and i let my tears carry me
    on the wings of my passion, its so intense!
     and i feel like i am drowning sometimes that i
      just have to like go to my room and let it all
       out till i am in this desert of pure control
        and its like i am just so mad that i can't get any
          more mad and i just want someone to cradle me in their
            open and loving arms and rock me to sleep where I am
               safe and sound and just sleep for a thousand years
                or twenty times that long; eternity wouldn't even
                  be too long. you know?
It's just like hello? i am a person too, just like you, and
when you throw rocks at me I bleed like everybody else.
just please people have some compassion, and please be
supportive and give me lots and lots of comments because
that would make me really happy, and it would be good for
your souls. ok.
               
 smiley face. (-=             

Reviews

[Matthew Ervin]

If only Australia weren't so far....

" more mad and i just want someone to cradle me in their
open and loving arms and rock me to sleep where I am
safe and sound and just sleep for a thousand years
or twenty times that long; eternity wouldn't even
be too long. you know? "

And, you weren't you and me me. I could read your stuff for eternity...but then we run again into that old problem, you're you and I'm me and only one of us likes boys.... LOL

[Matthew Ervin]

I think you'll know why this is my favorite section:

"and gyrating my hips, clock-wise, anti-clockwise
I could turn my world into your world,
holding my pen upright, central position, sometimes
my hand gets slippery or really like sore, and
i drop my pen it falls to the floor,
and that's like a simile for my feelings"

[Matthew Ervin]

I laughed, I cried, I showed it around....

[Matthew Ervin]

smashing

[Matthew Ervin]

marvelous

[deathcabxcutiex]

hysterical genius. like, for real.