Love And Fantasy

Love its a complicated thing like a rubic cube

and hurts like a bullet wound but sweet like ice cream on a summer day

 

Its like standing in a fire but no burning

when you step out its like a blizzard

 

Then you have fantasies its like bread

baked so fresh but all you find is mold

A car looking so fine

But has no engine

 

We all follow something if that be love or a fantasy

two things that look similar

but so completely diffrent

 

The ones you follow fantasy will find a dagger

People who follow Love will find a rose that can never die

So my question is what are you following?

Reviews

[Raven Aurora]

"So my question is what are you following?"

That is quite the question! We would like to believe that we are chasing love in its truest, most sincere form--but that may or may not be when dealing with someone. People these days hide behind smoke and mirrors because, either, (1) they have been hurt or abused by many others, (2) they are afraid of revealing their true selves because they think no one will love them for themselves, or (3) they have never been taught how to love, or any combination of these reasons. The question you posed is probably the gist of the entire poem.

I like your use of contradictory images to prove your point.

You have a few spelling/typographical errors that, for me, slowed down the reading of the poem. "Different" is missing an "e", and there are a couple of instances where you use the wrong "its"--I am fairly certain that you meant the contraction for "it is" (it's) than the possessive (its). Also, in your closing couplet, in the first line, I believe you meant "the ones WHO follow fantasy", not you.

I hope that my review has been helpful to you. You have a lot of potential as a poet.

Many blessings,

Raven Aurora

[Thanual]

Thank you I appreciated the kinds words!