Poetry without emotion.
Is it possible?
A limited devotion.
Is it plausible?
Who am I to say
why one feels that way.
Do I need
to think this through?
It just seems to me,
the ONLY way to see,
is through raw honesty
tried and true.
Could it be there's a file
deep inside of a trial
so latent,
YOU can't even see.
To write of such pain
and to claim it as plain,
is a concept
so foreign to me.
But if that IS your claim,
I support you all the same.
It is my hope
that you fully agree.
If there comes a time
when reason doesn't rhyme,
just remember...
You can always count on me.
I love the oxymoron that perfectly describes me. "Simply Complex". I am so simple in many ways, yet so complex in others. I am not much of an artist at this point so hopefully I can offer some poetry that will stimulate the senses! This is my maiden voyage on deviantART! I am trying to take it all in. It's a little after midnight at the time of this post and I am going to step outside and smoke a "cigar"ette. Literally!!! I look forward to developing a profile to be proud of!
My profile pic was taken at the Jupiter Hotel in Portland OR. The "blue light" district. Contemplative, yet seedy. It makes me look like I have been around the block a few times. What do you think?