Shameless

Rip the papers and dry out the damned pen
Tie their hands behind their backs
Laugh in their faces
Tease their hopes and dreams
Burn the passion to the ashes

You were never THAT good.
What did you actually think you had potential?
Oh sweety...

Another dream shattered, another constricting rope numbing  hands

This was my pride, my joy
My shining star being placed in your hands to treasure
                      You let it fall

YOU LET IT FALL?!

Half finished masterpieces and naked ideas lay abandoned on the floor
Detached no. Numbed.

From the cool grey ashes a new crisp page gently arises
One to be navigated by the holder of the pen
These imaginary bonds so tight we do not see our freedom
Look at your star dear friend
Take hold of it, feed it, love it, treasure it
But most of all hold on to it.

Flip the pages, use an assortment of pens
Let their hands salute the sun
Love their faces let old anger be part of the fuel for your every hope and dream
Passion rises from the smouldering ashes

Reviews

[zainul]

"Passion rises from the smouldering ashes."
"From the cool grey ashes a new crisp page gently arises."
I have chosen the assortment of your verses to demonstrate your skill in writing
a lovely poem.
Well done.
Congratulations!!!

[R J Askew]

Well I defintely have plenty of ashes. But I don't know if they are evem smouldering now. I esp like 'dry out the damned pen' because i have freat feelings about pens myself. This is crazy of course as they, like us, are just conduits. I wonder what happens when we reach that time when we finally have to admit that the star has been dropped and is lost forever through a crack in the floor or our strange little reality? Ach, maybe there is a poem in that, too. Final Defeat or some such. Ach, SLAPS self. The last 4 lines are the best and this is the message we should focus on:

Flip the pages, use an assortment of pens
Let their hands salute the sun
Love their faces let old anger be part of the fuel for your every hope and dream
Passion rises from the smouldering ashes

I think this is so double and same time true heartfelt, beautiful, hanging still in the negative spill of love, and hurt from some other times, already forgetten... brilliantly worded, as it pumps through your veins, lightly poking the deliver insaine, but I am truly in awe sister, of the balance still through, as the words reflect the most upper in you. As the true strenght, shall overwin Karma, in all ways. If you're there, I shall see your face. A stunning write 100!

P.s. about the mail on fb, and your BBM I shall only tell if I'm ready love... I learned that from you.
Beautiful work!!!

E.L.

[khalid]

i have really enjoyed reading this poem. although it shows so much depression at the beginning , it shows so much optimism and encouragements afterwards. you have also picked the words in a very nice way. thank you for the great work