DigressA Poem by boobalajcushionA dramatic piece I will be performing at a Poetry Slam event (my first!). Read the notes below, a little poem about entwined hearts. PS I WON THE COMPETITION!Digress It starts off sweet like strawberry ice cream Cosy nights in and smiles that beam. Enthralled by the company with love so rich A thorn on a rose appears obscene. But when lust dwindles and dust begins to settle The lies come out & Black, the pot names the kettle. You housed our love in a building weak Structured our hearts in something bleak. You can't expect growth in this facade that you sow For these buds cannot blossom in a field of deceit. You must say what you are and not what you aren't You can't mimic someone's joys to get what you want. All will come out and be decisively met This will break you eventually if you are not true to yourself. Be an open book - easy to read An ocean of desires and a plant ready to seed. They say if you want to know how you'll be treated by a man Take a look at his mother, his family and their habits if you can. Are they loving, are they open? Are they honest or with words unspoken? Do they laugh, do they cry together? Is the rope tied or is it severed? Emotions cause havoc when they go unnoticed Were differences and difficulties attended to ever? Or were they left to fester, under a tab called "Call it Quits" And the broken parts left in bits? Quietly, quietly. We must move quietly. For this temple houses chandeliers swinging fragilely And sacred sculptures carved intricately. There are glass windows stained with beauty And the once magnificent carpet is now dirty. You traipsed through my halls and you left your filth You grabbed my offering and you had it killed. Used. You were inside me. My once holy walls are now tarnished With carnage. I gave you all of me and it wasn't enough I had a paper heart and you scrunched it up. I have never felt so under appreciated I have to admit that I feel defeated. And all of those times that I cried at night But you just rolled over with a careless sigh. You hunt down girls with issues, as you are weak, I think You savour their pain and it gives you strength. Their anxieties fuel the control you crave And you soak up their souls as you replenish and bathe. You never loved me, or anyone else. Perhaps the problem is, is that you don't even love yourself.
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Added on August 16, 2017Last Updated on August 28, 2017 Tags: poem, poetry, literature, life, memories, intoxicated, adolescence, teen, teenage, love, curious, questions, metaphors, metaphorical, beautiful, world, nature, crystals, society, psychology AuthorboobalajcushionBrisbane, Queensland, AustraliaAboutI'm a creative individual who typically starts something and wanders to the next project, leaving an unfinished trail of chaos behind myself. Hobbies in this area include literature, poetry, singing, .. more..Writing
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