Reading majic's journal

Even though I love the idea of keeping a journal, I feel that the internet is not really the place for mundane things that are kept in a journal. I'd rather take the extra time to paint a picture with words and put it in the form of a poem. This is more productive than "I saw sally today, I really liked it, my life is shit and I am like s00000 depressed... I would really like to have hot steamy sex with sally... blah". So for my next entry into what it means to be me I'd like to paint the picture of a misguided journey that is forever askew from reality. The poem is purposefully vague.

Crashing Down

I could come crashing down
upon myself I'd lay
I could pick myself up
and put my thoughts away
a tripping sort of fantasy
a whispy sort of touch
I could be a man today
and hold my head high
but silliness would prevail
a saddening mental cry
out of flesh I'd bare my soul
a rested spark of intuition
a just sort of special mission
to understand the roads
that pave my inner space
the kind that connect
a thought to a thought
to a way to reality
which presents itself today
a tragic kind of fiction
that's true in every way
I am master of myself
a kind of king, in a way
the kind that lends
attention to his kingdom
and never misses a day
when the enemy is waiting near
and my heartbeat lurks in fear

Again, it's purposely vague. What does it mean you ask??? How the fuck should I know. It's a poem and it's not supposed to make sense. Ok, enough of my cynical attitude. =)

I don't think I've yet read a poem by you that I haven't liked.

Thbbbbt

I don't think I've yet read a poem by you that I haven't liked.

Thanks Magnifico. That really means alot!!!

As a concrete-sequential type of person, I have to confess I'm not usually much of a poetry fan; my general preference is for straightforward prose.

But in spite of that, I really enjoyed this poem of yours (and, as I've told you before, many of your others). Well written, beautiful metaphor. And it really resonated with my current state of mind.

I'd like to paint the picture of a misguided journey that is forever askew from reality.

Perhaps it's the prose-lover in me, but I really liked your turn of phrase here.

My stepdad isn't mean, he's just adjusting. -Death to Smoochy

I also agree. Your poetry and writing is very strong, i can relate to most of the things you write. I wish there were more people like you that would write such things. Keep up the good work!

Let the best of your past be the worst of your future ***