Lisa, and Lunitics

by 2scoopsofcream
Feeling: moodless
Well since apparently my poetry isn't enough for some people then i shall just have to ask the people that can understand such things. Like Lisa... I love you Lisa. ...but while a reader can interpet a poem however he wants, he also has a responsibility to try to think of what the author meant... It's like saying that a banana is actually a tomato... you can interpet it that way... but it doesn't make it right -Lisa I'm glad someone understands it, and the reason i've been so anal about it. I might as well stick my hand in a blender. The play was great fun by the way, and i'm not going to ruin any crediblity by pointing out things... so it was good. I had lots of compliments from people i didn't know, and we got a standing ovation. My family was here tonight and my grandma is so funny how she quickly walked by me to compliment another actor. oh well. I came home to find christmas lights in the hallway. i think my mother had an adventure i shall have to inquire about that tomorrow. ...I like VI
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Ohhh! Look my name is in your entry title! That makes me feel special! I love you, too Mariah. And I'm keeping that poem forever!
That poem was incandescent, just like you! I understood it so much! I really did! I loved it and I love you!
~Colby Cargill
[Anonymous]
If you want... you could read my poem. Here's the site. Love you! ^_^ http://sumimura-kun.livejournal.com/13323.html
[Anonymous]
May I just add a little, without someone getting mad? Because I'm innocently asking. I understand the frustration of someone not interpreting your writing the way it's meant to be interpreted. However.. When writing for people, isn't half the fun of writing... when someone tells you they love what you wrote? Even if someone doesn't understand your exact meaning, if it is well written, they can still feel the passion and the emotion behind it.
And... Mariah, I think you've done that. Because.. obviously people have been moved by it. Maybe not the way you'd like, but they've still been moved. Maybe it's just me, but I think that's what writing is about... moving people... making them think. Maybe they're not thinking what you wanted, but they're definitely thinking.

As for your poem, I understood it.. in fact, reading the comments "Just tell him how you feel!" or whatever..
... actually confused me more.. because I was like .. "Did I miss something?" I totally can relate to the guy that isn't there. You start to imagine things... and it ends up hurting you... at least, that's how I understood it. :P

Awesome writing.. and keep it up.