i know

[ghetofabu]

slow is the mind
to remember reason
quick is the heart
to leave it
blind and willfull
tell me nothing
for at the moment
that is all i know
deep down
i know
but do not admit
folly and foolishness
and the error
of my ways
poor is judgement
when in league with emotion
led to love by the heart
it is always the first victim to fall

 

[ACROB@T]

slow is the mind
to remember reason
quick is the heart
to leave it

poor is judgement
when in league with emotion
led to love by the heart
it is always the first victim to fall

 

[LarryMullen's POPAngel]

poor is judgement
when in league with emotion
led to love by the heart
it is always the first victim to fall

These lines spoke to me.

I liked this poem.

 

[ghetofabu]

Thanks both of you. Thanks for the comments. I was starting to wonder about what I had written. I saw that a least it was getting read. Something happend to me while I was at work and I did not have my writing book and this was my only outlit. I just started typing untill i felt better. I get like that sometimes. Writing calms me down or makes me happier when I am sad (sounds cheeeeze i know). I just helps me get over things sometimes.

 

[LarryMullen's POPAngel]

Doesn't sound cheesy at all.

When something happens, my notebook is usually the first place I look for comfort.

Writing "sorts me out".

 

[oliveu2cm]

Sometimes writing is the only way we can breath again

slow is the mind
to remember reason
quick is the heart
to leave it

poor is judgement
when in league with emotion
led to love by the heart
it is always the first victim to fall

Esp the last two lines

 

[Stories for Boys]

ghetto, seems like we have a bunch in common

*nods* i totally feel the same way about writing...

 

[Alisaura]

This is a cool poem.

I know how that feels... my notebook has been dark for too long.

 

[ghetofabu]

I don't write alot of "happy" things in mine either.

 

[Ali Rose]

OMC. I have listened to my heart say yes while my head said no TOO MANY TIMES. But those were the best words i could put it to.

Thats a great poem, Gheto.