Today I brushed the remnants of you off my soul, swept the invalid pieces of imposed inadequacy under my bed as if they never existed.
Forgave my canvas for the juxtapose; maybe I can't paint myself into a safe place to lay your cause, though It was not from the lack of honest endeavor, It was too hard to be only what you needed.
So hard in fact that I lost sight of what I needed, it was all about you, and everything about you mattered. I wanted to give you freedom from lewd pulchritude so I hid it well, too well...
Blush as a puerile bum, I peeled you from the sinew in glowing ribbons of contrition, tore at the frame 'til it shone like mad chrome sunlight.
Today, I am immaculate, I am reborn into myself a burning wing of phoenix I am my own soul, rising from the wreckage pristine from ash and flame I am stainless, steel to shame for what you could not see in me I give myself a name, and that name is love.
I liked it until I thought of the poor lil dust bunnies beneath the bed choking and hacking over those "imposed inadequacies" until the whoorah just shook and rattled the windows so much the neighbors called the cops complaining of the noise. And when the cops came their incessant knocking finally caught your attention and totally derailed your thoughts until tomorrow! And we all know "Tomorrow never comes..." so your poem poofed and then...and then.... I can't remember anymore... but it was terrible aweful ya know?
I love your words. You always seem to have strength in your words. No matter the pain you are writing you tend to always never playing a victim. I love that about your words. This was wonderfully written and expressed well.
Very powerful. Losing one's self and than realizing your self worth. Being able to walk away and knowing who is the loser and who really is the winner. Beautiful Poem.
These lines somewhat mystify me: "I wanted to give you freedom from lewd/ pulchritude so I hid it well,/ too well."
Coming from a female, "lewd pulchritude" sounds pretty damn fetching, not the sort of thing--as you now agree--that ought to be well-hidden from a man.
And though I'm sorta thinkin' I gotta git me some o' that, I'm reluctant to fully commit, because, obviously, I really don't know what the hell "that" is!
"Stainless" undoubtedly qualifies as excellent high-quality work; quality, even I can recognize.
Oh dear. This is a wonderful write but your line about losing sight about what "I " needed, "it was all about you" hit way too close to home for me...and by the time I got to mad chrome sunlight I was in full blown tears. Had to come here under Katie's account...lost my damn password. Have you finally accepted the fact that you are a stellar poet? Your writes have been absurdly good.
a powerful, self-actualising piece of regeneration, it's like finding a newness within yourself that is untainted by the events of the past, a new brilliant love that has risen, that's how it should be, how we learn from our actions. that large part of honesty in the middle about you losing sight of what you needed really hits the mark for me, I think it's because some people are destructive together, or overtake the relationship, while other people complement and bring out the better side of the other, so many dynamics and puzzles. the imageries of the phoenix and juxtaposition and a stainless self are very affecting, they burn quite an impression on the mind.
I liked it until I thought of the poor lil dust bunnies beneath the bed choking and hacking over those "imposed inadequacies" until the whoorah just shook and rattled the windows so much the neighbors called the cops complaining of the noise. And when the cops came their incessant knocking finally caught your attention and totally derailed your thoughts until tomorrow! And we all know "Tomorrow never comes..." so your poem poofed and then...and then.... I can't remember anymore... but it was terrible aweful ya know?
An enchated vision of walking on... letting go of those pieces of painful remembrance that cling so tightly... that too often pull us down. Such a courage to shake it off and to spread your wings to fly... and in the soaring to find yourself alive in the music of love. Amazing...