a calm lake hides the anger and torment underneath lurks the monster its hulking presence ever near under the bubbling brook cries long the darkness and pain between the trees sway gentle in the breeze hands reach out like phantom lovers so quiet to steal the soul as beauty sleeps a smile on her face he said he loved her and she believes.
under the tremor of the midnight sky the demon laughs his basket at the ready.
it is only a matter of time before her lover disappoints her.
he is waiting so he can add the pieces of her shattered heart to his growing collection - the pieces slick and shiny dark red blood beads around the dried and withered cracked and splintered smashed and bruised.
precious artifacts the gems of love's sweetness fallen gathered tied up with a bow.
This one leaves so many thoughts within me. It is easy to comment in agreement and essentially say nothing more than platitudes, but this once - just this once ...emotions run high - on both sides. Movies and music and books and poems expand on someones sense of what love is or at least could be. BUT why do we always assume both see the same way? or understand the same meanings? have the same continuous depths? Many deceive themselves, probably even more than the few that intentionally deceive another.
Many love and yet MUST change the other into someone else - INTENTIONALLY - to somehow make it all right and better? Many can't live with themselves let alone a partner. What is grown up? When is - grown-up? Tears when we hurt, oh yes - and lord how MUCH we hurt... but sometimes THAT hurt teaches us a needed view of what we thought a particular perception of love really meant to us after all...
Many thoughts still roil... was a good piece of demonology.
You are the kind of writer I seldom find at the sidewalk cafes - but wish I did. Time would cease a.. read moreYou are the kind of writer I seldom find at the sidewalk cafes - but wish I did. Time would cease and customers would be left standing as the spiders wove their webs - our chair legs to sidewalks as the thoughts expanded.
10 Years Ago
I am truly flattered.
10 Years Ago
More need to speak of their thoughts... and those words in turn would generate still more perception.. read moreMore need to speak of their thoughts... and those words in turn would generate still more perceptions and questions... and personal insights.
As always enjoyed the flow and pathos of your free verse. You capture emotion so well. Was not sure what to make of the final line though as her 'demon' would not tie up the pieces of her heart in a bow, and, at that stage, neither would she? Unless it symbolises her still trying to please him despite his treatment of her?
This one leaves so many thoughts within me. It is easy to comment in agreement and essentially say nothing more than platitudes, but this once - just this once ...emotions run high - on both sides. Movies and music and books and poems expand on someones sense of what love is or at least could be. BUT why do we always assume both see the same way? or understand the same meanings? have the same continuous depths? Many deceive themselves, probably even more than the few that intentionally deceive another.
Many love and yet MUST change the other into someone else - INTENTIONALLY - to somehow make it all right and better? Many can't live with themselves let alone a partner. What is grown up? When is - grown-up? Tears when we hurt, oh yes - and lord how MUCH we hurt... but sometimes THAT hurt teaches us a needed view of what we thought a particular perception of love really meant to us after all...
Many thoughts still roil... was a good piece of demonology.
You are the kind of writer I seldom find at the sidewalk cafes - but wish I did. Time would cease a.. read moreYou are the kind of writer I seldom find at the sidewalk cafes - but wish I did. Time would cease and customers would be left standing as the spiders wove their webs - our chair legs to sidewalks as the thoughts expanded.
10 Years Ago
I am truly flattered.
10 Years Ago
More need to speak of their thoughts... and those words in turn would generate still more perception.. read moreMore need to speak of their thoughts... and those words in turn would generate still more perceptions and questions... and personal insights.
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