just another lonely night

[kiwi sammich]

i wrote this poem a couple months back. let me know what you think redface
haven't written in a while soo...
oh and this poem is in the arena so vote if you like it

I look at the clock, its four am.
the exact time he would walk out my door
his cologne still fills the hallway and the smell of
his shampoo still covers my hands from our intimate encounter

my heart pounds like every other night
beating to the same pace every time the door closes
these feelings have come across me with no control,
no warning and has hit me like a truck.

the thought has always crossed my mind to why.
why haven't our feelings been expressed with words?
is it only the intimacy that you want, come and go as you please?
I fill with rage with the thought , but yet I still let it occur.

these feelings pound in my chest every time you step in my doorway,
with that smirk splashed all over your face
I open my mouth to tell you how I feel but I am a mute.
they just thrash inside my brain, scream inside my mind until the clocks ticks,
its four am and once again your gone..

redface

[Zylo Allouette]

kiwi sammich

i wrote this poem a couple months back. let me know what you think redface
haven't written in a while soo...
oh and this poem is in the arena so vote if you like it

I look at the clock, its four am.
the exact time he would walk out my door
his cologne still fills the hallway and the smell of
his shampoo still covers my hands from our intimate encounter

my heart pounds like every other night
beating to the same pace every time the door closes
these feelings have come across me with no control,
no warning and has hit me like a truck.

the thought has always crossed my mind to why.
why haven't our feelings been expressed with words?
is it only the intimacy that you want, come and go as you please?
I fill with rage with the thought , but yet I still let it occur.

these feelings pound in my chest every time you step in my doorway,
with that smirk splashed all over your face
I open my mouth to tell you how I feel but I am a mute.
they just thrash inside my brain, scream inside my mind until the clocks ticks,
its four am and once again your gone..

redface

Please don't align things on the right-hand side.It makes the poetry really hard to read; Also, it makes it look odd, when people are normally used to reading things left-aligned.

[kiwi sammich]

Zylo Allouette

kiwi sammich

i wrote this poem a couple months back. let me know what you think redface
haven't written in a while soo...
oh and this poem is in the arena so vote if you like it

I look at the clock, its four am.
the exact time he would walk out my door
his cologne still fills the hallway and the smell of
his shampoo still covers my hands from our intimate encounter

my heart pounds like every other night
beating to the same pace every time the door closes
these feelings have come across me with no control,
no warning and has hit me like a truck.

the thought has always crossed my mind to why.
why haven't our feelings been expressed with words?
is it only the intimacy that you want, come and go as you please?
I fill with rage with the thought , but yet I still let it occur.

these feelings pound in my chest every time you step in my doorway,
with that smirk splashed all over your face
I open my mouth to tell you how I feel but I am a mute.
they just thrash inside my brain, scream inside my mind until the clocks ticks,
its four am and once again your gone..

redface

Please don't align things on the right-hand side.It makes the poetry really hard to read; Also, it makes it look odd, when people are normally used to reading things left-aligned.

thats really all you have to say...
don't say anything at all next time, thanks smile

[Zylo Allouette]

kiwi sammich

Zylo Allouette

kiwi sammich

i wrote this poem a couple months back. let me know what you think redface
haven't written in a while soo...
oh and this poem is in the arena so vote if you like it

I look at the clock, its four am.
the exact time he would walk out my door
his cologne still fills the hallway and the smell of
his shampoo still covers my hands from our intimate encounter

my heart pounds like every other night
beating to the same pace every time the door closes
these feelings have come across me with no control,
no warning and has hit me like a truck.

the thought has always crossed my mind to why.
why haven't our feelings been expressed with words?
is it only the intimacy that you want, come and go as you please?
I fill with rage with the thought , but yet I still let it occur.

these feelings pound in my chest every time you step in my doorway,
with that smirk splashed all over your face
I open my mouth to tell you how I feel but I am a mute.
they just thrash inside my brain, scream inside my mind until the clocks ticks,
its four am and once again your gone..

redface

Please don't align things on the right-hand side.It makes the poetry really hard to read; Also, it makes it look odd, when people are normally used to reading things left-aligned.

thats really all you have to say...
don't say anything at all next time, thanks smile

Actually, I have a lot more to say- and it's in fact about your poetry. I just don't think you realize that (in a way) you're being inconsiderate for formatting it in a way that makes it MORE difficult to read or understand than just your phrasing might already. Also, I DID say "please"- it was a request, not a demand; and in no way was I critical OF your choice, I merely asked that you respect my desire to be able to look at your poem in a more natural way to me.

Aligning your text; as well as coloring your font; are gimmicks. They are distractions. If your poem is not good enough to stand on it's own, first, why would you draw more attention to it by adding these things?

Also, people have to come in to this thread in order to see the formatting anyway.

You've really only served yourself in your decision.