Heedful Caution

I implore you

please don't impart

 your heart to me,

 your essence

         is the lovely warmth of potpourri

There are damages broken 

beyond repair

          exposed in me

you'd not survive 

 the depth of inky waters

There are no flutterby kisses

     on the fiery horizon

death's door captured my head

   and hung it out to dry

you fall on me,

you're sure to get burnt

What you've captured is a facade

 covering ravaged afflictions

to foray onto these grounds

         would be like quick sand eruptions

  Eaten alive, a chain reaction

           plunging descent into Hades

 ask the bodies strewn

                  along the way

               In my lovely plot of the dead

                  my twisted garden

                    cultivated methodically, 

    dark debris marks it doom

Reviews

[quinfinn]

as i read this, my heart cries for your tortured psyche...my eyes tear up for your bleeding soul and i would impart to you only the gentlest wishes for happiness, only the truest of all empathy and loving understanding. it seems the best and brightest of us sometimes have too many demons to quell their fears and anxieties and are richly deserving of so much better. this is a straight to the heart and deeply moving warning of your own idiosyncratic proclivities, self destructive and yet, all for self preservation. i love your gentle heart, frieda...it truly shines through in all your writes.

[Frieda P]

'Idiosyncratic proclivities'....nice way to put it huckleberry quin...thanks so much for your lovely response, it truly touches my heart.

[quinfinn]

always

[Frieda P]

xo

[AYVID N]

Under all the warning...I still see the plea of a desperate heart to be loved in spite of all the darkness within. A very touching write Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Oh did that already Divya....you know about being burnt so many times, you learn to stay away from the flame. Thanks sweet friend.

[Renée]

Lyrics of TLC's "Damaged" run though my head while reading this one..

[Frieda P]

Interesting interpretation Renee, thanks so much.

[Lover Of Words]

AMAINMG AMAZING SO gosh darn good.. VERY MOVING!!!! WOW

[Frieda P]

Thank you, thank you sweet Kelsey!

[Lover Of Words]

My pleasure :)

[Tarry Franck]

Such a moving piece of poetry. Your writings touch a depth in me that words can not describe. Keep up the good work - love your writings. I've missed reading them, but I'm trying to get caught up with everybody.

[Frieda P]

Have missed your presence here also Tarry, thanks so much for your kind review.

[Tarry Franck]

My pleasure

[The 13th Eros]

A painful honesty of a heart that has been scorched... now in pain and fear it cowers... I know the taste of this horrific fire... the ashes it leaves behind. And I know that from the ashes can rise the Phoenix. xo

[Frieda P]

Sorry to hear you've touched this flame, how many times can the Phoenix rise I wonder without extinguishing itself in the interim? Thanks for your thoughts sweet Eros.

[The 13th Eros]

If you are the Phoenix of which we speak then I say a thousand times a thousand. Let no one tell you otherwise. Rise... rise.. rise. xo

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh so you do come with a warning label :)

If we have not healed from a broken heart then we are not capable of giving to another fully.

Very well written.

[Frieda P]

No, but that's an idea Dale, thanks so much!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Yes a very good idea ;)