This month, I'm really excited to upload my poem... I'm not sure why because, in all honesty, I don't think I'm a 100% satisfied with this poem. A part of me is considering rewriting it, or making some changes. But the other part is content with the finished masterpiece.
Going back a good few months now, my younger sister, Clarice, passed a comment that I found breath-taking. I thought it was the most amazing sentence that I'd ever heard in my entire life. I want to give Clarice the credit for the phrase but, the idea that I implemented into a poem is solely mine. Thanks Clarice!
Of course, Clarice is always the first person to hear my new poems, before they hit the site, and she loved this one. So I have to give her some acknowledgement.
Last month, I put aside the idea of posting a poem that worked in conjunction with my life, but this month, I'm bringing it back. This poem is the poem of my year, in my opinion.
I hope others can relate to this one. It's about how we are expected to be real and honest people in this world, but for some reason, we can't be. I hate the lack of honesty that surrounds me. I just don't understand why people cannot just be true to themselves and everyone around them. I mean, life is not a charade. We are not acting!
This poem is personal, for many reasons. What most people don't know about me is that I do, actually, have an imaginary friend. Of course, I've always known he was only in my imagination, but I still have him. His name is Tim.
Most people wouldn't believe that, but I'm not expecting you to believe it. I'm just sharing that piece of information for the sake of the poem.
A Message for Tim.
The dawn of my day is still not over,
Yet, the time has taught me many lessons.
Some of truths, others of lies,
Some of mistakes, others of blessings.
I must admit between the black and white,
I hope that sometime I may find the grey.
And I really hope I'll find it soon,
Within the next few hours of my day.
I don't believe in forgetting,
Yet, I love to remember.
And I absolutely hate being cold,
But my favourite month is December.
I always speak in utmost honesty,
Because I simply cannot lie.
And I'm a really happy person,
But, inside, I always feel the need to cry.
I haven't found out who I am yet,
Because I don't really want to know.
I want to be the one who keeps holding on,
Even long after others have let go.
I would love to know everybody,
And, in return, I would love to be known.
I want to learn how to play guitar,
But I don't want to be shown.
I would like to speak fluent Irish,
Though, I don't really see it's use.
I want to stand up and make my objections,
But I don't want anyone to have to choose.
I want to understand the world, Tim,
Yet, I don't think that that would be wise.
Because I've found it's not what it seems,
For some reason, it wears a disguise.
I long to know why judgement is passed,
When no one really knows all the facts.
And why we don't just admit them out loud,
And put aside these silly acts!
Tim, I want to find love for myself,
Purely, from inside my own heart.
I don't exactly know who you are,
Yet, I never want us to be apart.
I want to explain out loud exactly how I feel,
For leadership's sake.
Because it's so difficult to know what's real,
When, outside, even the clouds look fake.
4th August 2015
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