Robert Frost
Bluelighter
- Joined
- May 13, 2001
- Messages
- 38
he stumbled across
a fertile Seed
but what kind
could it be?
water, feed, and nurture
(unknowingly)-
it Looks like
a yellow Rose
that smells of heaven
and rests near to my heart;
Opium pleasantly burns and
Heroin flows Freely.
once again i Look to see
what has become the apple of my eye:
Behold!
Datura, the ancient deadly temptress...
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Background information--I wrote this poem for a friend that was failing English class and had to write a poem as his final. At the time, I was having a difficult time liking this girl and not having the feelings reciprocated. I felt like she was using me. The poem is basically about how I met her and there was potential for there to be something great. After getting to know each other, and after the friendship developed, I started to like her even more. Then after a fight, I felt like she was probably not that great. Although I felt like she might be using me, I would still let her use me. Somehow I had convinced myself that if I let her use me for long enough, she might grow fond of me. Of course, I still have feelings for her (as you can't turn off feelings), and I bet she still uses me. There is one bitch in this world with many faces....
[This message has been edited by Robert Frost (edited 14 May 2001).]
a fertile Seed
but what kind
could it be?
water, feed, and nurture
(unknowingly)-
it Looks like
a yellow Rose
that smells of heaven
and rests near to my heart;
Opium pleasantly burns and
Heroin flows Freely.
once again i Look to see
what has become the apple of my eye:
Behold!
Datura, the ancient deadly temptress...
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Background information--I wrote this poem for a friend that was failing English class and had to write a poem as his final. At the time, I was having a difficult time liking this girl and not having the feelings reciprocated. I felt like she was using me. The poem is basically about how I met her and there was potential for there to be something great. After getting to know each other, and after the friendship developed, I started to like her even more. Then after a fight, I felt like she was probably not that great. Although I felt like she might be using me, I would still let her use me. Somehow I had convinced myself that if I let her use me for long enough, she might grow fond of me. Of course, I still have feelings for her (as you can't turn off feelings), and I bet she still uses me. There is one bitch in this world with many faces....
[This message has been edited by Robert Frost (edited 14 May 2001).]
