Unreal

by Timothy   Apr 2, 2005


Twisted lies, mixed with manipulation
tearful eyes, similar to condensation.
No spark, no bright light that illuminates
only unknown faces and eyes that segregate
Nobody wants answers, they'd all prefer stories,
in some way, we'd all like to enlarge life's glories
We all seek for that one special soul,
the person in our lives who makes us feel whole.
Too bad some of us are destined to die alone
I know I'll make it, I'll succeed on my own.
No need for sympathy, or grief-stricken words
My life's been simple, I've had time to enjoy the sun and the birds
So no complaints, no list of regrets
I'm only happy I haven't failed yet.
So here's to being the ironic individual;
one with love and faith that's unconditional.
To me there never shall be a reliable replicate
for me there never was the perfect candidate.
So I'll row on, down the choppy waters of life
Maybe in a better place, I'll have that angel of a wife.
I apologize to any and all females I've ever hurt
You're all worth more than I'll ever deserve.....
bright, inquisitive and filled with wonder
why I was ever so lucky I'll forever ponder.
Thank you ladies, for teaching me so many valuable lessons
and answering plenty of inexcusable questions
You're all so special, and heaven-sent blessings
How else do I describe the one thing that constantly has me second-guessing?
Too many words could be used to describe what I infinitely feel
But I'll settle on only one, and that is "unreal"........

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  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy

    sory to those of you who were mislead - this was not opened up making complaints, or begun making complaitns, it merely exercised my ability to observe my surroundings with a sense of unhappiness, or being let-down by the things that surround me......not a reason to complain, as some of you who read this may think, just simply an observation as i have already stated.

  • 19 years ago

    by Amit

    Excellent poem, impressive work, very good in rhyme.
    5/5. Take Care, Always Believe in Love, Amit

  • 19 years ago

    by Jessica

    This is also a good poem, but there is one thing that I dont understand; at the beginning you were complaining of the feelings that one was experiencing, but later in the poem you said "no complaints, no list of regrets" and usually if one is complaining then it leads to some type of experience in which regret is felt. I'm not knocking the poem I just really love your poems and I want to understand exactly what you are trying to say with it, because as you wrote it, to me, it seem sort of contravertial<?CANT SPELL IT LOL so please just write me back and clear it up a little and please dont be offended by my comment.

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