Crappy Poem-ish Writing #1

I’m going to post these in the order that they come up in my notebook. They’re not all in chronological order, but if I’ve noted the date, I’ll post it along with the piece. Piece of crap, that is. Yikes! Some of these are so bad! I was very young and raging with hormones and emotions. And I’m not editing these – they’re just as I wrote them. Alright, I suppose that’s enough for the disclaimers.

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So many factors to love. Why does such a simple emotion cause so much pain? It’s said that there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. Sometimes I feel as if I’m living on the line. Everytime I experience a small amount of pleasure, it’s countered with enormous pain.

Maybe someday I’ll obtain a balance. Or at least enough happiness to make the pain worthwhile.

The confusion is sometimes too great for my heart to bear. I know what I want, but I can’t have it. Like a horse with a carrot dangling in front of him on a stick, the closer he gets to the carrot, the farther it moves away.

What I need is within mere inches, so close I can feel it with great anticipation. But I may never have what I need, what I long for more than life itself.