Weekly Wednesday: "I Want..."

"I Want to Write"

I sit here with the heavy pen 

Pondering few thoughts of men, 

But mostly just the thoughts of me 

And wonder if it's meant to be. 

I want to show you feeling, 

All that I have been concealing, 

And show you stories from my heart, 

With my central form of art. 

This is not my only passion, 

But my only communication, 

That I can give to myself, 

And give to everyone else. 

No longer with this useful pen 

Am I thinking of useless men, 

But of what He would want to see; 

I'm sure that this is meant to be.

by MFW III

"I Want Your Attention"

Please don’t look this way. 

Disregard these words 

And avert your steady gaze. 

You have better things to do. 

Don’t absorb this pitiful ink; 

All you gain is what I lose. 

This pen has seen a better day. 

You have read less dreary lines, 

Yet you continue this thoughtless fray. 

Avoid these fruitless rhymes. 

Keep from this place 

And ignore this ignorant mind.

by MFW III

"I Want You to Remember Me"

To be remembered after 

Is not what I asked for, 

To be remembered by few 

Or simply just you, 

I could really care less. 

To be remembered for what I did 

And perhaps by my best friend 

Is not what I really want; 

I would rather be forgot, 

You should really care less. 

If I won't remember myself, 

If my mind is set upon a shelf, 

If I won't have my memory, 

Why should I care if you remember me? 

I could really care less. 

I don't need to live forever, 

I'll never have been whom you remember, 

I don't need you to understand 

Or think that I'm the better man, 

You should really care less. 

I care for you now 

More than should be allowed 

Your life is important to me, 

Don't waste it by remembering me, 

I'd rather you just care less. 

Take care of yourself; 

Don't remember me for help, 

I'll wait beyond the moon 

And hope to see you soon, 

So you should really care less.

by MFW III

"I Want You to Stay with Me"

Perhaps you should leave.

I'm no good for you;

I am not what you need.

Tell me this isn't true.

Believe there are better men;

Though, I am still but a boy,

And you are but my friend.

I do not deserve your joy.

Do you see what I mean?

You could have the world.

Don't choose this pitiful me.

Don't let your heart be sold.

I long for your reply:

The sweet, imperfect truth.

I feel it would be a lie,

That I am right for you.

by MFW III

"A Sweet, Imperfect Reply"

I see that you care for me.

Your love rings true like the chimes of my tree.*

But I will not leave.

As undeserving as you think, I will never leave.

I will tell you, however,

That "this" isn't true; I will love you forever.

I see what you mean,

But my heart has not been sold; it has been given.

This reply to you

May seem the imperfect truth,

But this is not a lie.

I've put my heart in this reply.

*She keeps wind chimes and other aesthetics hanging from a tree outside her window.

by MFW III

"I Want to Live"

These dark days are followed by

Dark nights; which sing a song

Of hate and desire, where I lie

In a state of being that I do not belong.

And I am oh so very tired

Of sitting here; I'm all alone

Eyes filled with hate and fire

Dismissed when light of another is shown.

Like my life, these words should

Be cut short; if only I would dare

To leave this world if I could

And leave alone all those who are scared.

I am an ignorant, selfish mess

With life; this meaningful smile

Hides no signs of stress

But, for you, I will be around for a while.

by MFW III