Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to comment

Thursday, April 5, 2007


Behind a veil of invisibility, I wait.
Waiting for my long-lived fate.

Will I take off the veil, revealing my face?
Will he leave me, without a trace?

Will I wait, for his awaited return?
Or, shall his remembrance, in my heart burn?

Will my thoughts be imprinted in his mind?
Or, is it true love that I must wait to find?

Will this veil, finally be gone?
My name, still left un-drawn?

Will I survive without his love?
This warm love, in the form of a dove?

Is the show over, it's uncertain.
Now, it's time to close the curtain.

Invisibility, all around,
My heart, is still left unfound.

Copyright © 2007


lilkitty10107 said...

wow, that was amazing

Veronica said...

tis my fav i must say...

peace out cuz!