Many hearts have spaces where the world has lit candles as a sacrificial move of their own heartbeat.
You delight in the presence of a moment in heaven
where you are invincible
within your colorful memories.
It is here you dance to sounds that move in reply
from hills you drove to the sea.
Do you realize that your laughter can melt hearts
but that it is no crime
to not sit alone in your pain?
That your mystique points a finger at your smile
and the frown in your eyes the same.
Many hearts have spaces where the world has lit candles
as a sacrificial move of their own heartbeat.
Yet, our own desire
to hold on tight to skeletons of discontent
readily admits defeat.
In days long past you filled two cups with ease.
Yet, when given the choice of filling three,
you set a trail ablaze
remembering the hidden reasons
why your hands should be set free.
Yes, you delight in the presence of a moment in heaven
where you are invincible
within your colorful memories.
I only hope you will not be forever snared
in the reality of your fantasy.
You have chilled the spaces in your heart by blocking
out the rays of life
when you sit alone in your rain.
None can claim to know your heart yet;
many are willing to share your pain.
There is a difference between reality and fantasy. Certainly, the two can seem one many times, but sometimes they must be separated so that each may play its own part. I can strongly relate to this poem. There were times these past two months where my fantasies threatened to intrude on my reality. Unfortunately, I had to separate them, to my dismay, yet I allowed each its own part in my life. I did not stop thinking of my fantasies; merely, they lay dormant and bubbling in thought deep inside my head.
"Do you realize that your laughter can melt hearts
but that it is no crime
to not sit alone in your pain?"
I believe that these three lines are the most striking. What is more painful than smiling when smiling is not an option?
In short, amazing job, Neva. You never fail to amaze me. :3
What more can one say that EV as not already said my friend, too many great lines to choose from, the imagery and emotion outstanding. Loved it, keep em' coming
I agree with EMF. This entire write is stunning, feeling me with numerous emotions. I love the hope I felt after reading this. So many of us do dwell in these created spaces to escape the pain. For myself writing poetry helps me to release myself from well...myself. I love this Neva. (:
Many people will choose a few lines from a poem and say that it is their favourite stanza or lines. Nothing wrong in that at all. But with this.... The whole damn thing sets my mind ablaze with hope, love, guilt, sadness and joy in potentia. A stunning write that many will feel is written just for them. Others will know who it is written for, in their eye;s. There is no single line or stanza that could be seen in isolation. It is beauty. As are you. Sensational work
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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