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Hard Wired
Love is something that we cant explain, it's just hard wired into our brains. Pain is something we cant explain, it's just hard wired into our brains. Wanting to share your love with that perfect person is hard wired into our brains, But if that person does not feel the same you feel the pain, and want to roll in a ball and cry your eye's dry, and cry and cry and cry untill you die. Because it seems like no one cares about you, and then you feel small like that grandma that lives in a shoe. And to the people that dont know how it feels to be that one fat, smelly, ugly, stupid guy. Im going to tell you, I go home and cry on the inside so i dont seem weak, and i think about suicide. That pain that's hard wired in my brain will never go away, and the fear of never finding love hunt's me every day. and that's what's hard wired into my brain.
And So
Now u have us. Welcome to postpoems or Lonliness Hotel - we pride ourselves in emerging from corners and cracks, holes and caverns of selfdome to here. U should fit write in. ;D slc
Welcome to pp!
I recall being your age and feeling heartbroken over and over and over again. My love was always unrequited. Eventually, that shifted and the I was the unrequitter. Either way hurts. As I have gotten older the definition of love has changed for me. I have learned that loving oneself is a good start. Once we do that we become more available for the reception of love. By love, I really mean friendship. Definitions of love at 14 years old are usually skewed. Don't worry. You will find your way.
Please do not give up on life. You are at just at an awkward age. Things will change for the better. I encourage you to keep writing. Personally, I have found that reading and writing poetry has helped to alter my perspective on love and a whole lot of other things too. Heartache is still part of life but its balanced out with a lot of really wonderful stuff. Like mint chocolate chip ice cream. Or bacon. Or the sighting of a rainbow. Sometimes I commune with animals. They can be pretty good ftiends. I find enjoyment in just seeing birds. Study things that interest your spirit.
And hey, you can always talk to us. Keep your chin up. You are going to be okay. KEEP writing!!!
Remember, seeds start their lives buried in the dirt surrounded by darkness. They grow toward the light and have to break through the earth to reach for it. Growing isn't always easy and has its painful moments but sure is worth the journey...
-Ground
© Ground
This is so very and
This is so very and profoundly wise.
Starward
My heart goes out to you. I
My heart goes out to you. I am sizty years old, and the things this poem describes happened to me between sixth and tenth grade. Junior year the ice started to break, and senior year I was walking with my head held high. I think the nastiness, bullying and stuff of that sort begin to disengage at some point, or at least that has been my experience. People, including my parents, told me i would never write successful poetry; and here i have three thousand plus items on postpoems; and, before I found the internet (and I was a day late and a dollar short), i published in small magazines. Iam not saying this to lord it over you; i am saying it only as proof that it can and will change for you. You are very articulate---else I would not have felt like commenting, and good articulation is the first step to great poetry.
As for love, it sure can take its good old time showing up. But when it does, it is glorious. The first love of my life---my high school sweetheart---dumped me almost immediately after she came up to college (she started her freshman year when I was a sophomore). I did not get over her for fifteen years (less twenty-one days), even having a first marriage during that time. But when I met the woman who is now my second wife, and I was thirtyfour years at the time (yes, love takes it good old time), I knew I had finally found the supreme love of my life, and we have been married for more than a quarter century.
It does get better, the hurt disengages, and life smoothes out. You just have to wait for it. Sometimes it takes more hanging on than we can think possible, but it does get better.
I hope I have not been too verbose, I just wanted to share a bit of my experience on the encouraging side.
And welcome to postpoems!!!
Starward