Garage Sale Poetry: Something About Love

I thought it was needed at the time....

Garage Sale Poetry:

Something About Love

 Am I supposed to write about the love or about the pain?

.....what ever.....

The only love I know comes from a source

that doesn't call me out my name.

You know what I mean?

 

Something derogatory.

 

The love I mean is

 

nothing physical.

 

…and that kinda pisses me off….

 

...at times.

Because when I NEED the physical

affection,

     caresses

           and over the top kisses,,,

it's not there.

and

I wonder...

 

‘who loves me for real'?.

 

Still…

I feel

secure

in this invisible love.

 

Yet…

from people that want to maintain an image…

I get the bullshit answers and the

rope a dope lies

that try to make me FEEL like I

got something out the conversation.

(sigh)

People please....

 

i know how to masturbate.

…and…

  

I know how to fool myself into believing a lie.

 

I don't need help from you.

 

When it steps to me

in the ring

(in truth)

love says

'I'll tell you the truth even though

it may hurt

for your own good

…not mine'.

 

Love says...

“It's not about what other people

see or think.

…It's what I know”

Love says ...

"I knew what you where about

before you met me'

...and…

"I don't want to change you.

I want to add to you"

 

Honestly...

I fear this love

because it makes me weak

with no cover or defense.

But thru endurance...

I’ll have that and more.

go figure.

 

I have Two strong hands

that move the profit of others.

Factory worker.

Heavy stuff.

yet still i picture myself as weak.

 

So do I have to grow into my hands?

Or believe what this entity/spirit

thinks about me?

?????

So....

When the sex games are played out and she leaves

…and….

when there is no one there to caress

…to hold

…to press lips against.

…LOVE still comforts me.

Why?

…honestly…

I wish I could explain it better.

 

 

Author's Note

If you like it..cool...just read and enjoy.

Reviews

[R E Tree]

I like how you express your thoughts and feelings in this. I think may people can relate to this and they have questions unanswered just like you about love. Some of this challenges the reader and it gets the reader thinking more and more deeply. Love is such a interesting topic to talk about and you have delivered its importance to the reader. Thanks for sharing

[Lydia Shutter]

A love that never leaves even as it is morphing into other forms. A love that goes from passion to warm desire and comfort.....a love that is eternal. This is not garage sale stuff...not the stuff one discards on the driveway of life. This is great. Loved it. lydi**

[TL Boehm]

I've actually been thinking of you for a few days now and thought I should come seek you out. You're one of the old guard here, you know. Hope all is well - and I have missed reading your work.

[Celtic Cat]

"I wish I could explain it better"... may I respectfully disagree? I know that place, that love, that stuff. I love the rhythm of this piece, the story unfolding as it has over and over again in the brain. The first line killed me. I don't know which to discuss either, which to focus on ... so I leave it alone until I shower, let all the tears drown in the shower drain. Then busy myself with the mundane
I'll buy it for a quarter, heh. Garage sale stuff my butt.

You portray love as a sentient being and that is a great metaphor, couldn't explain it better in my opinion, even if I've never thought of it that way and still don't. I read this as the love you feel for yourself, the one that never leaves you, and that is amazing. Great write!

[Rose Downing]

Nice work. Love the arrangement. Mentioning masturbation is a great touch, (no pun intended) all in all, good job.

[Gandré]

You are so clever! This is pure intelligence, provoking your reader with lines like love were something derogatory. Yes! It is so, for we are surrounded with this fragmented world, I could explain this with physics, but never mind, this is how we are caught in their world, the others, who tell us what to think, what to wear, what is in, how to behave bcs some celebrity shows her naked p***y, should I do it? this is the word derogatory, it is perfect, sadly, everything is a chain of events, we can go back and back and lament and say this and that.. but for me - this poem worked. I really have to think... if I am honest enough.

[H. A. M.]

Thanks for the review. It's "my name'. Usually I get called something derogatory. This love doesn't. It calls me by name or something complimentary.

[Tenten]

four lines line is it 'my name' or 'by name'?
Damn you, that's what I gotta.
its a mix tape of some older works and the new combined beautifully so lines and meaning are reiterated and get stuck on play the pause buttons broken. damn you.
This is beautiful, I mean really beautiful, and it reads to so many levels of the writer and to me the reader. I want to say a lot, but I'm not sure how to word it. The entire piece holds me, creates memories and I want to fall in love to get to that pain and yet at the same time there are stanza's, lines, and words working like fingertips that thread an adoration for the multiple meanings i've syphaning out of the lines.
it's a creation that breathes in me, and exhale is divine.

[Theta S. T.]

see this is the part that sucks...
I know I like this piece but really I don't
it has everything in it that I feel or I've thought about recently.....
it's like your telling it from your point......
but your really talking about me...
lol..thats just crazy..
haven't I already told you to stay out of my head!!
great write love

much love
~~Theta