Libertine Lover

Libertine Lover

A Poem by Elizabeth

you say I am beautiful
and I hate you

perverse and twisted half truths
rolling off your forked tongue

I see you for what you are
I see what you see

a deluge of sick images
playing in your mind

I will not be your conquest in an alley
or breathe into your ear
and let you pull my hair

I will not cure your every ill
with my touch
or lie and make a man
of the filth that stands before me

I loathe you
I will not be your saving grace
or be left in the dark
after satisfying your fantasy

I am not beautiful
and I will never be yours

© 2011 Elizabeth


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this is good. the "muse" suddenly realizing she's merely an object, usually of perverse drives - and the awareness sickens her. This almost has the tone of "being beautiful is a curse" but it gets saved by the de-idealizing of herself as the cure or conquest climaxing (excuse the pun) with the line "I am not beautiful" and the following feminist proclamation "I will never be yours" - but she is specifically adressing "dirty old men" - not young handsome suitors, or geniuses, so maybe a part two is in order lol actually, on second thought, I think a sympathic poem from the perspective of the "perv" would be more interesting...

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Damn, a passionate rant. Almost a stalker feel to the pervert character that the narrator speaks about. Good way to convey the thoughts of the object of the desire!

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wonderful write (:
you go girl xD

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Tell it like it is... you are very wise... when I see old men quawk at young ladies I shake my head in disgust... I love the brutal reality you project in this piece.

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creepers are creepy

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Nice!! A very good poignant message to the selfish ones who only care for their twisted fantasies, love is not about wanting to ruin someone, but about wanting the best for someone!

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this is good. the "muse" suddenly realizing she's merely an object, usually of perverse drives - and the awareness sickens her. This almost has the tone of "being beautiful is a curse" but it gets saved by the de-idealizing of herself as the cure or conquest climaxing (excuse the pun) with the line "I am not beautiful" and the following feminist proclamation "I will never be yours" - but she is specifically adressing "dirty old men" - not young handsome suitors, or geniuses, so maybe a part two is in order lol actually, on second thought, I think a sympathic poem from the perspective of the "perv" would be more interesting...

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..

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