- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I Don't Know How...
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Click hereI don’t know how
I became so pessimistic,
Once a young child full
Of hopes and dreams and now
I’m grown with grim and gory tales to tell
Of life and hurt,
Anger and pain.
I don’t know how
I became so confused
Between love and lust,
Once a young girl
Excited at giving my heart to my love
And now I’m grown my heart
I keep just for me.
I don’t know how
I became so difficult,
Once a woman who was easy to please
Who laughed and sang
And looked forward in life
And now I’m tired and sad
And only look back.
- COMMENTS
hippiedudealmost 19 years agoin me wants to say "Well it doesn't get any better." but then of course you would know that I am only kidding. Good job of expressing your emotions here. Now the old man in me wants to say that if you let the brokeness turn to hardness and bitterness it will not help your writing, but if you allow it to grind you to dust you will be ever more powerful -
Seeker n Finderabout 19 years agoAs good as your erotic poetry is J your other poetry never fails to tug at my heart,nice job.
Anonymousabout 19 years agoof so many of us women, isn't it? Unfortunately, it's not pessimism, but realism that often times reminds us we're not naive girls anymore. I sometimes wish I fell under the 'ignorance is bliss' clause but I guess I'm even too old for that shelter. Jenn, this was a wonderfully layed out bitch session. Thank you for sharing it with Me today.
Vixxx
Bridget69about 19 years agofrom innocence to experience. We grow up with so many ideals, only to realize it's not at all like we'd envisioned it.
My Erotic Tailabout 19 years agosaying to myself I would never be like my parents so serious all the time.., always up tight and snap at you when ya ask to do something, and slowly and so graduale we become exactly that ...concerned...parents...<grin>
skip.69about 19 years agoI like the way you write erotica one day, and serious poetry the next, then just for a change some of the sexiest stories I have ever read. It must be the way you write. Or am I blinded by desire for you, after reading your works? After reading the erotic poems and stories I just want to cum and cum again!
Anonymousabout 19 years agoThis poem is a wound reopened. I want to avert my eyes and not look but the voyeur in me insists on looking.
Beautiful seems an inappropriate word but there is beauty in the poem's refusal to compromise and hide behind artifice.
b'brig
Anonymousabout 19 years agoPoetry, dreams are easily lost and hearts easily broken, i love how this poem shows how easy it can be to lose your way in life. I loved it.
