I wait and wait in waiting,
For an epiphany to come.
I look in the world of dating,
I try in wit, but end up only def and dumb.
I explore artwork,
I search the philosophers mind,
But like a ship, I hit an iceberg,
And of course there are no survivors left, of any kind.
posted by Poetic_bum at 5:19 p.m.
Why look here to find my answers, When all you have to do is be a little dancer, A dancer of words, a dancer or questions, Ask me your riddles, and speak your traps, And see that there is little that you can't wrap. Wrap around your finger, or even your toe, Words are ones way to distiquish and see to whom they are below. But be forwarned, what you see here may and may not be, For even phrazes and words, fool the likes of me. Come now I can't wait, Will you come right out and ask? Or will you use your Cleaverness as a bait? Oh how will you accomplish this task?
2 Comments:
yeah, i totally hate that it turns out that life is richer in a couple... and that the process of finding the other half of the pair is so difficult, frustrating, and so entirely unmapped ...
i hate that i can't be self-sufficient in this ... i sort of wish i could split myself in half and provide whatever it is the other half of me needs.
HAHA... I think you just took the words right out of me... It's true.. Dating is so hard and sometimes... Hopeless. But hey, it gives me something to write about.
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