By Michael (pissed at anonymous people)
Date: 4 June 2000
Forget Anonymous
Many events have occured
Since the bitter poem that
Broke my mind
Some I regret
Others I long to repeat again
Another poet led me on
Blinded by some bitter words so false
Deafened by the angry lies of an angry stranger about a romance
that was and was not
Life is a gamble...that old cliche holds true
I bet my love and lost
Embraced in romance I want so badly that I don't want it at all
Supported in a friendship that is too deep to maintain as much as it deserves
not without living together
I blame myself at night
I blame everyone and no one in the morning
I am child trying so hard to be a man
and remain a child still.
While we laugh as friends
My wish for her happiness must prevent me from ever attaining
That quiet romance that I miss so much
As a reminder of my true worth
She is my true friend
more true than those who would post anonymously
trying to get me to break under their criticism
when they could simply offer gentle advice
privately and graciously, truthfully, bluntly
tell me to shut the hell up
and move the hell on
My station is to appreciate this failed love
and move the hell on
My station is to ignore the words of anonymous fools
and move the hell on
But whatever her time brings me
She does bring me love
Love that this stranger must have never seen
to prod and poke a vulnerable person.
That love makes me smile
And I do not forget the poems posted
by familiar anonymous strangers
that bring more poison to the board
that make me want to leave this Eden
poisioned by snakes.
Devils in disguise.
Strangers that spread their vile villiany
adding more negativity to the pessimism
I seem to have brought with me
That terrible beast on my back
Maybe a damsel will help me slay it
though the warm souls
the ones who aren't afraid to use their own name
on the blender
they are already trying
and they are helping me so much
and I appreciate their efforts so much
As a reminder of the weak hearts of strangers
who have nothing better to do with their fragile lives
than bring others down
who love to poke painfully at everyone vulnerable
because they are so weak inside
who have not enough love to love themselves enough
to stand up for their own names
when making fun of a lost little boy
who is trying very hard to be a man
a little boy who took more pseudoymns
than the ones he couldn't decide on at first
because he didn't want to break the confidence
of who he thought was one of his dearest
truest
friends
but turned out to be
a tragically forgettable
anonymous
stranger
If you're lonely
anonymous stranger,
send me some mail.
We can put this behind us quietly.
Peacefully.
And I can share some love with you.
It's only love after all.
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