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It is nothing special.
I see it all the time.
Even now, loading on the next page
Or scribbled in the inside of a bathroom stall
Are the eulogies to lost loves.
The painful heart break, oh, the shattered heart of glass.
The old Cliche`.
We've seen it all before
And we hope to see it again
To add colour to our lives, to be the furniture of our existence.
But now it faces me.
A harsh reality I never believed, one I didn't wish to see.
And I ask
I have to ask
How can you be so far away when I hold you so close
To my heart?
I carved a place for you
Cut it deep into my soul
But piece by piece part of you fell away
And part of me followed.
It always followed.
Because there was a time,
Once upon a time,
When we invented a new way to see the world,
You and me,
A new way to move around it, to explore
Just by breathing
And we have.
We Had.
I see it all the time.
Even now, loading on the next page
Or scribbled in the inside of a bathroom stall
Are the eulogies to lost loves.
The painful heart break, oh, the shattered heart of glass.
The old Cliche`.
We've seen it all before
And we hope to see it again
To add colour to our lives, to be the furniture of our existence.
But now it faces me.
A harsh reality I never believed, one I didn't wish to see.
And I ask
I have to ask
How can you be so far away when I hold you so close
To my heart?
I carved a place for you
Cut it deep into my soul
But piece by piece part of you fell away
And part of me followed.
It always followed.
Because there was a time,
Once upon a time,
When we invented a new way to see the world,
You and me,
A new way to move around it, to explore
Just by breathing
And we have.
We Had.
Literature
dissection of dreams.
She would dream of blue winters
and glorious cities filled with love.
She would dream of soft dirt
beneath her back and imagine
what the sun would look like
from above. She wrapped her
thoughts in pretty pink ribbon
and stored them away for a
rainy day. When she woke in
the morning, she would devour
words for breakfast and wash
it down with the morning sounds.
She was thoughtful, she was dirty,
she was obscene. She was bright,
and dull, she was grass yet she
resembled the heavens. She
mourned for every breath that
we exhaled and hoped that one
day it would be something more
extravagant. And most important
Literature
Waking dream
Crimson roses fell from the sky
But honestly? I didn't care why.
I plucked one up, then started to run,
Dancing in the rain was never this fun.
I ran to you, my heart ablaze,
When, accidentally, I fell into a maze.
A room filled with walls and mirrors,
With ghosts and nightmarish horrors.
I stumbled out, still running to you,
When Sphinx asked me if my heart be true.
I said yes, and she let me go,
But I decided I'd take it slow.
I walked through a forest, it was you I sought,
But out of the trees, something caught
My leg and I cried out,
You started to laugh, while I to shout.
You took the rose, then let me fall,
You too
Literature
As You Leave
(I see)
(I see)
(I see)
I see...
You...
(You)
(You)
(You...)
As you walk away,
From everything!
All our yesterdays,
So glistening!
Pain and anger,
So consuming...!
You don't believe,
In anything I say!
No matter what I tried,
I could never find a way!
In confusion...
I watch you go...
As you leave,
I lose myself!
I feel like,
Someone else!
Love and desire,
They mean nothing!
That sound that you hear,
Is me as I scream!
I am scared of tomorrow,
And what it might bring!
With every step you take...
You are taking me away
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This poem is best read aloud. i don't know why, but it is.
Find what you want in it. things like this are just as idiosyncratic as they are universal: the are the unique commonalities that tie us together and make things like poetry powerful in the first place.
if i may i have a few questions
is this pretentious? i find far too many of this sort of break up poem that are irksome to read. if this is pretentious what about it makes it so?
I used a very free and loose stye, does this match the concept? should i tighten up the ideas with more dictatorial grammar?
Find what you want in it. things like this are just as idiosyncratic as they are universal: the are the unique commonalities that tie us together and make things like poetry powerful in the first place.
if i may i have a few questions
is this pretentious? i find far too many of this sort of break up poem that are irksome to read. if this is pretentious what about it makes it so?
I used a very free and loose stye, does this match the concept? should i tighten up the ideas with more dictatorial grammar?
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It doesn't sound pretentious at all. It's down to earth, matter of fact and it doesn't end with any anger.
Simply "We Had." I like it.
Simply "We Had." I like it.