limbo

I can only endure God's uncertainty

 and for that I got lost in too many lines

Being in the dark doesn't scare me

 if I'm the only one who turn off the lights

I am the one who turned off the glow of the divines

You don't cause me a sunny* day 

 just because you made me to listen Doris Day.

You can't turn the "perhapses" in my head into yeses 

 by asking me to dance.

I sleep in your arms wondering if you will leave me tomorrow

I stay close to the door so I can escape at any moment

You were bragging about turning winter into summer

It was just a climate crisis, honey

Every time I kissed you my lips would split 

 and we thought it was passion

Is red the color of love or blood?

When I told you I hated the movie The Notebook

 you should have known I couldn't stand these fights

You made me believe in the dream that an empty lot 

 would become a mansion

While carrying the bricks, you left me there

 and went to the nearest broken heart

I can turn this into a real poem but

 yours is just Conceptual Art.

Author's Note

The Notebook is a toxic movie, let's face it.
Doris Day - Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps

Reviews

[Soren]

A heartfelt poem that reads raw and breaths pain. Pain is the twin sister of love infact they are conjoined twins. A Janus face if you would. Your poem presents this idea well that in this universe of ballance there can not be one without an equal amount of the other. Love without hate would not be love it would be emotionless. Loved the poem

[berenongur]

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on my work, that means a lot. I care about your reviews. Take care

[Dave W.]

Red is both love and blood, love is both pleasure and pain, this really conveyed a familiar place to me, almost like a lake cabin, a cabin remembered fondly but visiting it remebered why its hated it, no electricity, no indoor plumbing, just something beautiful in the mind. Well done

[berenongur]

Such a great example! Brilliant, loved it! Thank you so much for taking time to read and share your thoughts Sir! Wishing you a great day!

[Dave W.]

Ditto dude, have a great day as well

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think red is the color of both...so maybe love is just concept and not a reality?
well, as Doris sang, "whatever will be will be."

[berenongur]

"Love is just concept..."
This opened a new whole chapter in my mind, wow!
Yes, whatever will be will be.
Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment sir! I appreciate it. Have a great day!

[Sami Khalil]

I think you should be more than a poet; an actor in a movie. You can do a better job than those movies you mentioned. Never watched them, but I can see you did not like much in them or the message.
An I Max will be a good change.

[berenongur]

But can I be good poet in the future?

[berenongur]

Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment, I loved your work and your review is everything to me right now!!! Take care!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome
As long as you stay in the arts, you will be fine.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Well crafted. Excellent.

[berenongur]

thank you so much sir, it means a lot to me. Since I watch your YouTube videos, I read your comments with your voice in my head.

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. A beautiful touch of feelings.

[berenongur]

ahh thank you so much sir for taking time to read and comment! take care

[A.H.]

not here or not there. this is brought out well here. written with pure feelings, words here do say and say it with a pinch of ache. the last stanza of the poem sums it all and brings together this write completely. we sometimes try hard to build something beautiful, but what never was will never be. left in the lurch is a hard feeling to put through.

[berenongur]

Thank you very much for caring enough about my poem to read and comment on it, my friend. I really like your work, so your criticism makes me very happy. hope you are doing well! take care!

[A.H.]

Ah! seems like I miswrote it may be. Dang! just wanted to say, the poem beautifully conveyed the feeling of being neither here nor there. It was so nice to read you after a while and looking forward to reading more of your pieces, my friend. take care.

[berenongur]

Oh no I'm sorry, it's 1am and I've had a rough day so I can't believe I wrote criticism instead of "review". I'm sorry for worrying you, (I still caught your attention😆) It's so sweet that you thought you were misunderstood and commented, it was my mistake, sorry again.

[A.H.]

No worries at all. Thank you for responding. Have a good night sleep :) take care.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed reading this one, my friend. It points out that no matter how much we may wish it, we can't change the experiences of others or their opinions. But we may encourage or comfort them or even affect those opinions in some way that leads to self-revelation. I believe the greatest and most sure measure of love is sacrifice. I have seen this truth made evident in the raising of my kids over the years and in my marriage. We sacrifice for those we love; our sweat, our blood and tears so the concept of the color of blood and love need not only be mutually exclusive but I believe they are often found in combination of the human experience. Just a great write, here. F.

[berenongur]

I think in romantic relationships, sacrifice must be both ways and it depends on the sacrifice level because if it cost your mental health, it’s not sacrifice it’s just harm If it feels empty and meaningless to you like conceptual art, you don’t have to fight you don’t have to fight for everything. Maybe you just have to accept you’re not for each other. I actually made up that poem. I didn’t write it through my feelings so I don’t have much thing to say but I’m grateful for your review I really appreciate your writings and I really appreciate your comments. always makes me so happy And thank you for sharing your thoughts. You definitely bright my day.

[Everett Dulin]

This reminds me of a song "Maybe I was Boring" for some reason. This one does feel more angry than your other works, is there much difference between love and blood?

[berenongur]

You’re not gonna believe what I’m just about to say, but this song definitely have the same energy what I am thinking of you in my mind and I just listened and thank you for sharing this! I’m literally in shock that was exactly what I’m looking for. I’m thrilled.
And yeah, I think there’s quite difference between love and blood. I think love is more like soft love must be so soft and love should heal the scars. It doesn’t give a new blood and even if you have one, I think it can wrap them up. Love must be healing for my understanding and I hope you can experience that someday in some spring and I hope we can talk about this later.
I’m so grateful for the song again and if you can recommend me some songs like that, I will appreciate it
Thanks for taking time to read comment take care

[Vol]

Berenongur,
Before I took acid for the first time back in 1969, I had spoken to friends and read many accounts of what the trip would be like. The problem was, my trip followed those same roads, the hands on the clock melted, my fingers turned to clay, and Hendrix made the air too thick to breathe... the word "trite" took on a whole new depth of meaning that night. The reality I discovered there was in some way related to altering the glow of God, and all things spiritual, and empty lots without the right bricks to make a mansion, and my poetry more real than my visions. On the other hand, I have danced more than one perhaps into a yes so it could serve as a pilgrimage back to the time of marshmallows with raspberry preserves... a feast for the gods!

[berenongur]

How can you describe this amazing story with amazing metaphors in just a random comment. I’m thrilled by that and I really impressed the way you talk about this and using my words into your comments makes me feel like I did something right and the way you use this makes me so feel holy right now. I don’t know what to say about acid kind of stuff but even the way you can use this words makes me think there has been a good story. thank you for reading and paying attention and telling your story, and making time for everything I am so grateful about that.