| Author | In Tear-Soaked Gloves (a poem by Geia) |
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you're simply in the difficult time of adolescence.
one and a half decades ago i too was writing terrible dark poems, thought too much about death, had the feeling of beeing unique in my feelings, missunderstood and lost. i too stood under starless skys at the last shoreline...
until i grew older.
Then i realised it's nothing more then a difficult phase in everybodys live (but not experienced the same by everyone).
you are in the turmoilous time between beeing a kid and becoming an adult. in some years you'll look back at this time and laugh. i know you won't believe me now - but wait some years, then we'll talk again =)
go on, keep it up, don't dispair. soon you'll be a man (or woman?).
Best wishes
Zarebrant
p.s. if the depressions get unbearable you should go for professional help. it's worth it. but stay away from drugs and medication. |
NO! I keep saying you guys see it as a way too dark thing, think of the opposite of what it looks like it means. It's a lateral-thinking poem, meaning that you're supposed to think of ALL it's possibilities, not just the obvious one.
Here is a LATERAL-THINKING QUESTION:
A man is trying to sleep, but he cannot. It is the dead of night. He gets out of bed, opens his drapes to see the beautifully dark night sky, then climbs back into bed. This time, he could sleep. Why is this? |
ANSWER:
The man was deaf, and he had to get up early to go to work. An alarm clock obvious wont work (seeing as how he's deaf), so he opens his curtains so that when the sun comes out, the light will wake him up and he can go to work on-time.
See? That was a lateral-thinking QUESTION, my poem is a lateral thinking POEM. Read it over again and try to interpret it correctly this time... =] |
| you cant talk and your parazlized from the waste down i just dont get the gun thing |
you are wearing gloves to hide you rotting skin because you are a lepper!!!
you are on the streat because no ones want to get leprosy and that makes no one want to talk to you.
or the same thing but you a a hobo |
| your vocal cords ane legs are broken and you want to just be normal nad be able to talk and walk and gun part is because you want to hunt with your friend? |
| srry to double post but i forgot something. and the tear soaked gloves are because your crying cause what means in the whole world for you is that you can walk and talk and be normal |
| Geia I suggest you get-a some help. To read your poem is hard going enough but to think of all the possibilities? Are you kidding? |
| You have a blind date with someone and its very cold but he doesn't come? |
| *cough cough* freak *cough cough* |
i still think that you're simply in the difficult time of adolescence
self mystification is also a part of this time...
probably you don't realy know yourself why you feel the way you do. that is because new and unknown (and often unpleasant) feelings come up in that age. it's not always easy to handle them, and somewhere deep down you realise that in the world of adults, of developed and grown up people, this feelings don't matter.
you know, a lot of people felt the same at your age, and as i said, they can laugh now at the confused and diffused state of mind they had (some even look back melancholicaly). but these experiences also make them zynical. they (me to) see your poem mostly as an expression of your age, nothing more.
as i mentioned before, me to was writing such poems, felt terribly smart, funny and creative - but missunderstood. later on i realised i've been understood quite well - that's why nobody thought i was smart, funny or creative... =)
you're simply in a time, where you have to learn to know yourself. You are changing, and probably you don't know why... you are developing, and probably you don't know into what...
but it's also a beatiful time. Emotions are strong and overwhelming, the world is open and full of choices, new experiences and possibilitys. and you mostly have the responsability of a child... this comes very close to true freedom (but alas! freedom confuses and overburdens people)
but to come back to your poem: i guess you fell in love with someone, and that person don't responds to your feelings. maybe she's even in love with another one... |
Your all of the previous comments combined
A adolescent, gay, hobo soldier who has leprosy, who also lost a friend. Has a part time job as a phone salesman.Had a blind date but they didnt turn up.
your also cold (also with broken legs and vocal cords)
I am positive that is right! |
Okay, you're obviously not thinking hard enough so I'll try to narrow thingss down...
Q: Do I have some sort of physical injury or incapability?
A: No
Q: Is there something wrong with my voice, ability to speak, or otherwise the way I talk?
A: No
Q: Have I lost someone dear to me?
A: Almost, the poem speaks of the situation of losing someone.
Q: Is or has anyone died/dying, or otherwise experiencing something life-threatening?
A: No
Q: Am I "emo" or "gay"? Does that even matter in the situation of the poem?
A: No |
Q: Is there something in the lines that is only meant to exaggerate the feeling and bring attention?
A: Yes, definitely. |
So your crying on your gloves. Pitying yourself. So you shoot your friend because you care. So you go to hell. But you're resurrected for a day to talk to the friend you shot. But then you remember that he's dead so you go back to hell and cry and wait for him to respond.
:D
What I think really is, that you saw a road-killed rabbit. |
22,23:
So he couldn't sleep because he knew he'd be late for work tomorrow...then he figures out how not to be late, and can sleep.
Heck, I'd just go to sleep :D |
The attraction was so great you shot your friend!
You couldnt bear the great magnetism between you! |
| hes an alien |
| If you want to end all the comments, tell us what it means. Or does it not have a meaning? |
| you slapped a mosquito? |
