Still

[Tanjential]

here's an old poem of mine,about last year actually i wrote it..i's about disappointment and hope after it...of course inspired by girls LOL this was from the time when i was a poet but not so conscious of it so i wanted to know if that sense of innocence helps or detracts from my style...i don't know if i posted it here before but i don't remember getting response to this one so i'ma post it

response/feedback/comments are requested

Still-

No matter how matter how mature i act,i still seem to be so much younger
for the finer things in life i still can't help but hunger
not physically tangible things,i'm not materialistic
but anyone with love is someone enormously gifted
people tend to not understand where i'm coming from
at this point with pain i thought i'd be numbing some
i wonder about my existence in it's truth and it's appearance
and i grasp on to the times when happiness is at it's nearest
and clearest
fear this?
none do,i'm too gentle a countenance
good things?it doesn't amount to this
for i'm too weak, too naive, too sensitive
i'm like a wounded insect,no matter what you can't let it live
it's too disgusting,it seems too threatening
when in reality it'd do you no harm if you'd let it be
there is some differences in the case and situation
obviously of course,but what matters now is reciprocation
i can escape some pains of the past to an extent but that has repercussions
arguments,regrets,hostile discussions
coming to terms with things that shouldn't be true
if it's to good too be true then it couldn't be,you
knew,this in the beginning
thought for once in a long time in life i'd be winning
why does this happen?stupidity,naivete? or both
yet i still engage in the practice of hoping against hope
so i'll wait for the day,i'll wait for the days, i'll wait for the times
when i won't have to read between the lines
when things will be clear,love will be near
elimination of fear,things i can safely hold dear
do i ask of too much?do i expect too much?what are my expectations?
how relevant is conversation?or the events that we engage in?
who is we? you tell me,i'm confused as the rest of us
and personal weakness tears through the best of guts
i don't exactly have a negative attitude on life as a whole
but being depressed after bad news is something natural
just venting,common event in my lifetime
every once in a while i must engage in a slight whine
so i'll wait for the day,when some existence in life can make me real
i can't shake the feeling that,some of this will plague me still
yet i hope and wait,still,mind chilled,
waiting for mind to be filled
hoping to be fulfilled
and many other things as well
in many ways i'll be still,in many ways i'll be still
i pray to cope,still,i pray to cope,still
i wait and hope still,i wait and hope still


thank you for your time,please post.peace-Tanjint

[Entreri117]

Yo Tangibility...I was feelin this rhyme.  It was dope and tight in many ways.  All N All...nice piece...