pearl and lonely metaphor

obsessed with pearls, huh?

Pearl obsessed women forget
the world is only three/fourths water
and one fourth land.
It is no good floating like amphibians
looking to taste myths
in simmering moonlight
better take walks down the narrow alley
down your British or American downtown roads
you may find just what you need
standing in balconies by wooden, Old West houses
or antique shops that sell myths.

Take that smirk and smartness of your face
you are indeed not God's own
finding metaphors that suit your liking
is too tiresome for amateur poets
managing live-ins with failed models
who pose nude
believing it's art but intending mere ladders.

The staircase to heaven is not descending down
Whether you take the lively train
or the morose one where morbid depression has set in
you will find yourself in a graveyard of bags and bins
vultures roaming above and bleakness favorite emotion.

the way dreams are sculpted in nights like those
clouds floating close to my neck
and haze making me feel like an actor
it's an Broadway play
The only role they asked me to play
was walk lonesome
in a planet all lit up
but un-inhabited.

So instead write Christian rock songs
in a Godless world
and never remember you actually liked me
when your pretentious hate was swarmed towards me.
Yes, I drowned a couple of minutes ago
And this is my swansong from the ocean bottom
But undead me will rise as
young children playing by the sea-shore
instantly likeable
and you will rethink about marriage
take up a day job
and forget about poetry
finally.


© Nothing Personal. May 24, 2011.

Author's Note

Listen to Def Leppard's "When love and hate collide" and any Coldplay song if you can't make heads or tails out of this. BTW, I don't blame you if you can't. Forgive me, if I sound high-handed

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

It has the feel of a letter to someone ambitious with unreasonable expectations who has left with little regard or feeling for the one they have left behind. And it has many striking images and so many lines that are beautifully lyrical despite their bite and bitterness.

[OT]

ha!! what an opener - :Pearl obsessed women forget
the world is only three/fourths water
and one fourth land." - I don't think you sound high-handed lol - that whole last stanza too woah! - power - "So instead write Christian rock songs
in a Godless world
and never remember you actually liked me
when your pretentious hate was swarmed towards me.
Yes, I drowned a couple of minutes ago
And this is my swansong from the ocean bottom
But undead me will rise as
young children playing by the sea-shore
instantly likeable
and you will rethink about marriage
take up a day job
and forget about poetry
finally." - brilliant write!

[Aekmy]

I rather enjoyed this. It's edgy, unfinished, and very raw. If you polished it up some, the book's cover would look almost as nice as the inside. The message this poem illustrates in your head really reminds me of Pink Floyd's 'Another Brick In The Wall Pt. 2' music video. Wonderful, wonderful job. Couldn't have done better.

[Siddhartha]

The only thing more likable than this poem is the author's note. :)

This feels like a stream of consciousness poetry written with a bitter heart for a heartless woman.It bites and spews venom. Won't want to be on the other side of this one.

[Lilly Negoi]

:) maybe you sound high-handed, but this is great :)
"So instead write Christian rock songs
in a Godless world
and never remember you actually liked me
when your pretentious hate was swarmed towards me." wonderful!

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

Wow! Nothing Personal? lol Thankfully, I am sure it isn't anthing personal. I felt this poems bite. Brilliantly written, and you have made me want to walk the cliff tops around my new neck of the woods. Pretentious people are such bores, and add pretentious poetry to the equations = jump!lol

Loved it.

smiling at you

Tai x

[arbitrary jane]

ha! coldplay. :) that made me grin.

reality is a trick business.
and this:

The only role they asked me to play
was walk lonesome
in a planet all lit up
but un-inhabited.

so many images, and the abstraction of living in a world of abstractions.
loved it.