Regret in the form of nostalgia.

by Exialac

Published August 1, 2009

First time attempting poetry...I hope I don't get constructively flamed too much. ;) anyway here we go:

When you whispered into my ear what did I see?

A burning desire deep within me.

Long has moments passed.

Dead is the world to me, beneath the looking glass

Belief lost to song, Ideas shrivelled to throng

My heart did ring to your touch but I sat by foolishly for too long

I think I saw you yesterday but you were walking the opposite way

Long has moments passed. Idly. I sat.

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Exialac commented Comment · Aug 2, 2009

Thank you Master. God I haven't been here for a while. Feels framiliar. :)

"I like walking in the rain 'cause no one knows I'm crying." I've actually used that for a short story premise once. hehe

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xXMasterXx wrote a review Review · Aug 2, 2009

Hey Exialac! I'll be looking at your poem today!
First of all, I would like to say that your poem is very good, especially for your first poem.
But, in your sixth line, I don't know, it sounds long to me. I'm not sure if you'll get what i'm saying, but just try putting in a coma somewhere there. I really did like this though, and that's the only thing that you might want to consider changing. That's all! Have a happy writing (that seriously sounded better in my head)



The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
— O. Henry (William Sydney Porter)