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Happy Birthday:
Dark and morbid but ever so shy,
a fascination explained but never a why.
She visits cemeteries with an inquisitive mind,
but I wonder one day if bones she will find.

A day of celebration for her birth arises,
and yet she wonders what will be the prizes?
Another year has passed its time in silence,
but the soul it seems only increases in vibrance.

Not the best I know but more questions I ponder,
even in the morning when she has a tendency to wander.
Sometimes nervous and at others anxious,
Always on my toes but ever gracious.

Hard to write because I know so little,
but in writing here a poem I whittle.
A present in form but what does it mean,
a happy birthday it is for a girl of 19.
A Birthday Poem for my one and only
I wrote this for my wife when we first met. She just turned 19 at the time. 


Artist | Hobbyist
United States
Current Residence: Illinois
deviantWEAR sizing preference: extra large
Favourite genre of music: emo
Favourite photographer: myself
Favourite style of art: eclectic
Operating System: windows xp
MP3 player of choice: zune
Shell of choice: ubuntu
Wallpaper of choice: anime-zero no tsukaima
Favourite cartoon character: tom and jerry
Personal Quote: I was born to tell you i love you
Sometimes i think this is my premier emotion. It seems that i enjoy crying though i wish i didn't have to. I wonder why life is so hard. Why does life have to be like this? Striving to become independent then striving to not be lonely then striving to be successful, its always something. Sometimes i wonder if my hope is misplaced or if I truly have found a lit path in the darkness. I used to look down on people that were homeless or suicidal or overly depressed and I'm slowly starting to understand the why behind it. It feels sometimes that life isn't worth the trouble. Maybe happiness is a survival instinct and depression is reality. It's so hard to wake up and change or wake up and wonder if the day before will count for anything. I just want to curl up in a corner and cry my eyes out till there is nothing left but ultimately it is just a temporary release. I think my only redeeming quality is my love but what good is that if i have nothing else to offer? God oh why can't you just take some of this free will away so I don't have to think so hard anymore? Sometimes I wonder if you cursed us with free will instead of blessing us with it. I don't know if I'll ever have the same happiness i had for a few years long ago, but was i really ever happy? what constitutes happiness? Who knows. Maybe I will feel different in the morning, but right now i just feel worthless as a man. This sucks.
  • Listening to: The Fray
  • Reading: Shogun
  • Watching: Eden of the East
  • Playing: Rome Total War
  • Eating: Vannilla Ice Cream
  • Drinking: Water

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jerseyse410 Featured By Owner May 31, 2009  Hobbyist
if anyone is interested im going to re-release "In the garden of rachel" as i kind of want to add some more depth and clarity in it.
jerseyse410 Featured By Owner May 7, 2009  Hobbyist
i opened up a poem shop on the zomgforums so it might get a little busy around here if you're watching.
3v3rdr34m3r Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2009
Thank you for the watch. :D
Thanks for the watch!
Hime-sOph Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2008  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
thx for adding me =p
so what's up?
jerseyse410 Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2008  Hobbyist
not much, i might be coming back to zomg, not sure yet but either way ill throw some stuff your way for the magazine. that and im trying to get back to writing. thinking about exploring some stuff outside of poetry, a little bit longer in detail. anyways, thats about it.
CatifeaMataseSatin Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2007
welcome to dA :hug: hope you're gonna have fun
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