Category: Writers Block
On paper he was witty,
In person he's too much,
Too many quips,
In all the wrong places,
Trying too hard to seem smart and amusing,
Impressing, yes,
All of my friends,
At first,
But, then also embarrassing,
For them to see,
How hard he tries,
And not succeeding,
I feel so badly,
For him,
And, for me,
On paper he was terribly bright,
In person he is, that’s true,
But his sense of art,
Of creativity,
Is all together lacking,
Leaving his intellect a thing apart,
Exposed,
And dry,
Unbalanced talent,
Ill-distributed,
My intelligence he might praise,
But my art,
That which I live for,
He will never understand,
He is no match for me,
On paper he was well-rounded,
In person he shows off,
He flaunts what things he knows,
What things he has heard of,
What things he has seen,
What places he has visited,
But, somehow,
That only makes him look all the more contrived,
His experiences,
Related in endless anecdotes,
They ring of pride And of great stories,
Told by someone to whom,
Story-telling does not come with natural flow,
Every story a production,
When far less flare would do,
On paper he was sweet,
In person suffocating,
"Can I help?",
"Is everything all right?",
"What are you doing?",
"Sweety, where are you?",
"Honey, you under-estimate your self.",
An endless, unstoppable tide,
In small doses, a heart-warming thing,
All together, added up, it makes me want to cry,
It's too much,
Almost insincere,
And, I do not feel the same,
To the point that I cringe,
Every time I hear him call my name,
On paper he was open-minded,
In person he is so,
But only as it suits him,
He allows music, other than his favorite,
But he can not see its beauty,
Accepting is not understanding,
Yes, he can see the merits,
Of a poem or a play,
But his heart does not embrace them,
For what he understands in his mind,
It never touches his soul,
Never nearing his heart,
Never drawing close, it’s just light years away,
He’ll never understand my passion,
And, so, never will know me,
On paper he was exciting,
In person he’s repelling,
A sexy voice,
A terrible vibe,
Well-chosen words,
An unpleasant odor,
What arouses over the phone,
Words of interest,
Words of lust,
Now make me shudder,
I have been in his presence,
Seen his form,
The thought of ever wanting him,
Leaves me physically ill,
And now I truly know,
On paper is so different,
So different from the truth,
Best intentions of both parties,
Can so easily fail to take,
What seemed so good and, felt so right,
Over the net and the phone,
Washed away all in one night,
A first meeting,
Then I knew,
Bonds would never form,
And chemistry would never improve,
It just wasn't meant to be,
But, Good God,
Oh, Good Lord,
He thinks he’s right for me,
wow, did you write this yourself? And could I ask if it's for anyone if you did? I like it a lot.
I won't divulge the identity of the one who enspired me to write it, but it is written for all the people who choose to meet others from the internet, the phone or from letters and who are disappointed and saddened by that experience.
Oh, hi all. Because of the reaction that my other recent poem got I have decided to just let everyone know up front with a little disclaimer that this is not directed at any one guy in particular that I have met or talked to. In fact it is not based on any one guy that I even know, but is rather enspired by all of my personal experiences and by the many stories of similar and worse experiences that friends have shared with me, some blind, some sighted, all those who met people on blind dates or that met people from the internet. Thank you all for reading.
Believe it or not, I actually liked this peace. As for meeting people online and all that, it's a rather scarry thing to do. You can never really truly tell who a person is in their real life, without being part of that.It seems to me that the internet has evolved in to a place where people can become who they want to be, and not who they really are. You can be anything or anyone online, and unless there is some critical flaw in your story, people have no choice other than believe you. Either that, or approach the entire internet through the eye of sinicism. Unfortunatley, or fortunatley depending ont ehsituation, this is me.
There is a very disturbing book i read a couple years ago called "anyone you want me to be". It's written by Stephen Singular, and John Douglas. very interesting book. It looks at real cases of crimes where the crimminal finds his victims in chat rooms etc. Some of it is really gory though so I warn you now if anyone decides to check it out.
Just my two cents worth, since I did strongly criticize your other poem. I do like this one, very common experience and it's nicely summed up, I generally don't like poems so that is a strong compliment.
cheers
-B
Thanks to post seven and to post five as well. To GuitarGod1, I'll have to check that book out. I don't have a weak stomach and I find this topic fasinating on a socio/cultural and psychological level.
Did Not Like This
Could you at least do us all the courtasy of saying why you did not like it? And for Christ's sake, let it not be, "Oh, well I met someone great on the net, and we've been together for X number of years, and this is so wrong..." Because, I'm not saying that all internet relationships are bad or turn out poorly. I am only commenting on the risk you take. I believe that many relationships can and do work that are begun over the net, I was only portraying the feelings of someone who has had a bad experience and that does not mean that I think that all net dating is a bad thing. But, now you must post. So, go ahead.
I actually wrote a paper on this very subject for my global cultures class. I wish I still had it.
Well, could you reccomend some of your books or sources for that paper if you can remember them? I'd find it very interesting. I have an acquaintence who is rather interested in the psychology of internet communities and online friendships and relationships. I reccomended, jokingly, that she have a look at the zone, perhaps she really should. That and I'd be curious to read up on the current school of thought regarding this topic.