Thursday, 18 September 2008

  • My Marriage/life in a poem

    I was fifteen, and suicide was my biggest dream.
    I come from a world few understand,
    caught between two different races of man.
    And my family only used feelings, to get an upper hand.
    But, when I took it to heart they got scared.

    My father died too soon, Alas I was but two
    But, God gave me a piece of his soul, so I would know what to do.
    It told me to always bring the truth, and they said “thats not for you!”
    You see people ashamed of themselves, hate the truth,
    They fight and try to force you, to wear the shoe
    like its your fault, even when its something you didn't do
    Suddenly, then came you

    Without you I would have never been,
    Ive lived inside you for so long, your my second skin.
    It wasn't until you walked into my life, that it began

    For the first time, I touched love, what a rush!
    accompanied with a healthy heaping of lust
    finally, someone, something In this life I could trust.

    Sickness, poverty, depression, things we always have to confront,
    and always we had the same thought “NEVER GIVE UP!”
    But one day something inside me started to rust,

    Like a car on a muddy road without traction,
    for to long you have spoke, without the action.
    Its lead to many broken promises, and that I can't sanction

    Kind words, more and more replaced with impatience,
    sarcastic replies, and quite fights, leads to days wasted
    how can we stay the same if we are always changing?

    Now I am starting to feel unsure,
    I don't know who is more torn
    are we in love or is that love gone?

Comments (4)

  • SleepyHead

    wow that's really good!  I hope things work out for you. Good luck

  • principessadolce@xanga

    Hmmm... good stuff keep writing. I'm sorry about this rough patch you seemed to have come to - I guess when a couple live together for some time they tend to take each other for granted and their expectations will climb higher. Sometimes, it helps to talk things out. We have a Chinese saying that goes..Fight at the headpost of the matrimonial bed, make out at the footpost of the matrimonial bed.  I hope things work out for you : ) Love is always there, both of you just need to retreive it.

  • Cman

    @SleepyHead - 


    I appreciate that,Thank you
  • Cman

    @principessadolce@xanga -That's great advice, I love proverbs,anyway I'm use to rough spots, I'm just a little tierd of the way things were, I'm forcing us both into making some major improvments (quit smoking, and other things..), but we have some underlying problems, she likes to ignore problems, and from now on I'm doing my best to attack it all head on. 

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