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If… (an original)

26 Jul

If I knelt by your bedside every night

Whispered love songs by morning light,

If I was rich and handsome and strong,

Would it e’er have been me that you long?

If I plucked the stars from the sky

Was fun or spontaneous instead of shy,

If I protected you from all life’s harms

Would I have held you in my arms?

If I did everything in my power

Simply to give you your favorite flower,

Would you have ever considered me,

Or come back if I set you free?

If you could only turn around,

Look at my face, let me be found,

I would do all these and more

It is you that I live for.

Oh, dearest self: so foolish, so silly –

How dare you think she would have looked at me?

For all the “ifs” in all the world,

Would never have her eyelids unfurled.

Now she is buried six feet underground

And she will never come around.


Is this too cheesy? I have another blog on Tumblr that I created yesterday that is solely for writing poems and short stories. I’m thinking about publishing this on my Tumblr blog, but I’m not sure, because it’s so cheesy and cliche, and it’s the first rhyming poem I’ve written in a long time. So, yes or no?

The line that says:

It is you that I live for.

was originally

If you would love me to the core

or something like that.

But I have a feeling that that is just as cheesy.

See, this is why I try to stay away from rhyming poetry. At least, consecutive lines that are rhyming. Sonnets are perfect. ❤

Please check out my poetry and writing blog!


the attainment of perfection.

19 Dec

There is no such thing as perfect in this world. The average person admires perfection and seeks to obtain it. But what is the point of achieving perfection? There is none…nothing… Not a single thing. If something is perfect, there is nothing left. There is no room for imagination, no room for further excellence. No place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities. It is where effort stops, where one gives up striving to be better…there can no longer be any further effort to try to become better, because there is nothing better. One becomes stuck, stuck in a world where one is the god, the top being, in a world of only yourself. How terrible that is, how terrible that can be… People must strive to be better than they originally were, better than maybe even anything or anyone else in the world, but never, ever to obtain perfection. For those people who must always strive to be more wonderful or create more wonderful things than anything or anyone else before them, perfection only brings despair. Once you become perfect, you are nothing. Everything stops. You are no longer a part of the world any longer, a ghost in a cage…you have become dead. Unable to improve further, you only work to keep that perfection.

Funny how people only start listening when you’re dead.

8 Sep