She
enters the room,
Unsure
what to find.
Fellow
students around,
Beer
cans in hand.
Genderless
for a time.
He
watches,
Predator
eyes,
Every
movement.
Interested
in meetings,
Recognizing
a familiarity.
And so
it commences
With an
alcoholic inspiration,
Smearing
dignity,
But not
their intentions.
Each
have a story.
He
wants her
Like
many others,
But
wishes not
For
physical actions,
But
emotional closure.
Her
heart is hers,
And
refuses to care
About
the men around her.
Attempts
fall short.
She is
wise.
The
pursuit drives him,
A race
back in time,
Hopelessly
impossible.
But
emotions control him,
A slave
to his subconscious.
His
mind remains focused
On her
elegant being.
All the
while,
She is
free.
That
past is only his curse.
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As of late I have taken to a new residence far from home in order to pursue a greater education. I arrived on the thirty first of August, but have been kept busy by fellow classmates. However, I was given enough time yesterday to write this poem, along with two others, from the well of inspiration that my new home has given me. Strangely, I find little sense of homesickness. In the beginning, I had felt as if I did not belong, but that quickly faded. I believe I will enjoy my time here.
As for this poem, it was inspired by a young woman I have been seeing rather often around campus. She and I have met and talked, but this poem truly comes from a concept I have been thinking about for some time now. I believe it was Freud who suggested that we subconsciously make connections between people. If in some subconscious way a person reminds us of someone who we are fond of, then we are more likely to wish to know them. This young woman bears a striking resemblance to an old friend of mine. Their personalities are worlds apart, but I am convinced that I was drawn to her based upon her familiar appearance. It was with that in mind that I wrote this poem. Anyways, I must be off. Until next time,
As for this poem, it was inspired by a young woman I have been seeing rather often around campus. She and I have met and talked, but this poem truly comes from a concept I have been thinking about for some time now. I believe it was Freud who suggested that we subconsciously make connections between people. If in some subconscious way a person reminds us of someone who we are fond of, then we are more likely to wish to know them. This young woman bears a striking resemblance to an old friend of mine. Their personalities are worlds apart, but I am convinced that I was drawn to her based upon her familiar appearance. It was with that in mind that I wrote this poem. Anyways, I must be off. Until next time,
-Zero
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