~ Hurt and Smiles

The way it is... I wrote this in my silent periode Maybe this one is hard to understand for you But it is typical Elisa Laura...

~ Hurt and Smiles

Long distances become nothing

Into my fuzzy mind when time is ticking,

Days bygone, flow as fast as pain impulses

Dying each minute to rebirth anew,

Another painful glimpse of my veins

In my bodie's crew...

Hurt is hidden in my life,

While there outside is a smile,

Forced seratonin jumps on my lips

To pop out, and smile, while I rather could

Cry a river and loved to die

What "ifs" are haunting through my head,

Longings of what I never had,

Feelings on wrong areas, and places...

Heart jumps, all over my spaces

But vast ideas of here and now

Love is a strange candy,

If you eat too much of it you'll get fat of magick

If you nail it on the head it dies

Out of denial, or by the strong ones lost above

True fights, in good and bad,

Just to fill in the truest love...

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

This is mind rambling...
I hope you get it, or not...
It's an Eli thing. And I'm just sharing it.

Hugs, and thank you xx

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

I’d like to tell you where this poem brought me. Might not have been your meaning at all, but this is how it went, as I dived into your words. I picture the character at the end of a long day, sitting quietly outside, looking at the night sky. In that moment, there is no one to lie to, no fake smile to put on. The mask slips off, and the true self comes back. Going through the motions all day long takes its toll. The character is tired. More hurt than smiling now. So many difficult, hard words floating in the mind: “pain”, “dying”, “painful”, “hurt”, “die” and “dies” again…

Out there, when no one can see, is there still room for smiles and joy? I was moved by these two lines of yours: “What “ifs” are haunting through my head, / Longings of what I never had,” The character knows all the better ways that could be, but is only able to daydream about them for an instant. As for soon the mask will have to be put back on, and carry that smile that will hide the hurt…

I spent a lot of time on the last stanza. It starts and ends with the same word: “love” I don’t think this is by accident… The character is holding on still, refusing to give up, trying to make the hope repeat itself, to come back once more. Out of “denial”? Perhaps, but there is so much more. The magic of the candy only works in small doses… to ask for more can only lead, to a fat lie?

I cannot stop reading this one… It is so sad, so beautiful. All is not lost in the fights, both good and bad indeed…

Well done Elisa…

Such a deep intense review my friend, I so appreciate it you really take the time, to read me, and my scribbles. YOU are pretty close on many things... :) what a keen insight here yet again. It is so important to be yourself, always, and to hold on strong to that. In rushing and chaotic times... you really did expressed that for me well here. I'm oh so ever grateful for this review. Thank you. - Elisa :)

[Pax]

many hugs... this piece made me smile and think of its profound meaning...
"Love is a strange candy" ~ yes will it be eaten(chew or swallow) or will be nailed in the head or in the heart.. either way the magick it represent will always be true...
Great and wonderful work as always dear friend.

Thank you dear, for picking out those profound double meanings, you always have the eye for them, xoxox luv ya!

[Pax]

your most welcome dearest friend... i missed reading your works and upir edge never fades... *hugs*

[Pax]

typo* your edge never fades...

Oh dear, thank you so much, I'm so happy to be around your embrace again, listen do not ever worrie about those typos, I'm myself a walking editing error all the time, but it's poetry's heart to be editing forever, too perfect ones are vain, and vain is killing..... love to you... be imperfect, as I love you that way xoxoxoxo

LOL *worry see??? ha, I'm the queen of errors, and I'm not ashamed of it, hey, it means I felt too Dutch with your embrace, and at home, it's a compliment, I wrote it so phonetic.... ♥

[Pax]

LOL...we are imperfect for we are just humans... now this is also what i missed... the funny you.. :D

Hahahaha I'm so f*****g imperfect, I boogie dance love, on high heels lol, do you see me falling down? I need a hand hahahahaa

[Pax]

LoL... sure *hand reaches out from the computer screen* lol
now move those boogie dance on the dance floor.. ;D

Hahahaha be aware, If I do, you need a bandage.... ha... for I can only latin and R&B dance, boogie is maybe totaly out of rhythm... but I def, will try lol :D just laugh as hard as you can ok???? it will make me act more crazy :P

[Pax]

haha... nice!!! preparing bondage many pain reliever lol... crazy is a nice rhyme... :D

[Rob Santana]

What an interesting write. Although I may not get it,it was well written. I like how you spelled magick. That represents real magick.

Thank you Creeper, :) I know that is the wrong, but best way to spell it ;) I learned it from a very very good and close friend xx