Pretty Thoughts

Sometimes those thoughts are pretty

Sometimes those thoughts are plain

Sometimes I want to take those thoughts

And rip them out of my brain

Sometimes there are things that hurt me

And others tell me why

Sometimes there are things that show me things

Right before my eyes

They show me love and truthfulness

They show me hate and pain

They show me someone's dying love

Melting with the rain

Right now my heart is hurting

I'm afraid I don't know why

I know I've learned what jealousy is

And I wish that it would die

When nothing's wrong I'm crying

When things are wrong I laugh

My feeling is misinterpreted

And I step towards the wrong path

I wish I could say I love you

I wish I could tell you why

I wish I could say something

And stop loving with this lie

© 1998

Writer's Note: The Poetry Archive has been created as an effort to reflect upon how people change; creatively, emotionally, spiritually. As we grow and live, we develop and mature. Most of the pieces in my Poetry Archive are almost 10 years old and I admit that many of them are not good or interesting poems or reflections. Some of the things I'll share here are just plain awful, in idea and end result. They should, however, give you the reader a couple of opportunities: you get to see how I have grown from a stuttering teenager into the more prolific adult that I am today; and you get to take a deeper look into your own soul, remember what it was like to be 16 and 17 years old, and reflect upon how you have changed over the past few months, years, or decades. Here, I will share with you things that have been put aside for years â€" they're not active parts of my life today, but certainly influenced the way I set the foundation for my future.

Note specific to this piece: Obviously written before I learned that the word “things” isn't really useful in writing. Also, I wonder if the last line was on purpose or a typo. Hmm.