Dark Shadows

All you see 

is the shadow that I cast, 

not the true likes of me

      I walked you through 

my untimely history

     so you could witness clearly,

        your silence speaks volumes

   do you really want to know me?

You burrowed your way

  into the warm recesses of my bosom

yet, I know you only hunger

 the flesh and blood of me

   my psyche is more than you could digest

   yet, when you trace my tears,

 you entrance me to overtake the night

     In the naked light of day,

           glimpses that this could never be

I know just what you're thinking,

    my twists in and out of sanity

                 would drive you to the brink

acceptance and unconditional

            are not part of our analogy

   I bask in the tenderness of the moment

 knowing  full well,

      you don't want to play for love

 this boulevard of empty promises 

                    will soon find an ending

Reviews

[Blue Ivory]

It's wrong to judge a book by its cover, but I'm afraid it's a crime we're all guilty of. Although it's excusable from both ends of the situation. It's a grey area kind of thing. Sometimes we actually let our guards down, trusting we've found someone who will actually understand what's going on underneath the surface.

"Do you really want to know me?" I love that line. It has serious impact on the entire stanza, contradicting everything you just said. It raises a feeling of doom, realizing a bit too late that you've already undressed your soul in front of him, before even asking if he wanted to see all of your broken pieces in the first place.

Letting people in almost always leads to disappointment. And nearly everyone's guilty of that crime too. You trust someone, and every time he touches you, he heals you, sometimes without even realizing just how much he means to you. Then he throws it away, because it obviously didn't mean the same to him. And sometimes our crazy is too much for people to handle.

"This boulevard of empty promises will soon find an ending". Another excellent line. It's true.

Your poem reminds me of the song Just Give Me A Reason. Oh and by the way, all of this is what I meant by being able to relate to your poetry ;)

[Frieda P]

I'm so sorry I missed this outstanding review Siren, I love that song, think it was my mantra for a long while...your words touched me, thanks so much.

[Blue Ivory]

You are welcome C:

[Frieda P]

So sorry about that Siren, my alerts seem to mess up on me...much appreciate your visits always. :-)

[Blue Ivory]

I won't be here 4 a while. My keyboar ist wrkig right :P

[Frieda P]

Hate when that happens, I lost my a and s the other day...are they sticking?

[Blue Ivory]

I spille water on it -_- So I have 2 cpy paste letters 2 type aythig -_- Till I get a ew cmputer, & my exams are over, Im screwe lol

[Frieda P]

Ouch...good luck with exams...hurry back :-)

[Blue Ivory]

Thank you :3

[Frieda P]

xo

[Pranav Malhotra]

Guilty as charged,

I try not to read poems, maybe because I refrain from rhyme schemes, But your work is exemplary. It borders around the thin line between lust and love. And here we clearly knew what was at stake.

Thanks for sharing , enjoyed it thoroughly.
Keep up the good work :)

[KAOlmsted]

I hear you in this piece so strongly, Frieda. This is how a "damaged" person pleads to a significantly less damaged person (none of us will come away from this game we call life unscathed) to trust them...it's like, "Trust me...you WILL get hurt." There is zero ambiguity in this write. This is you, all over the page. Great write.

[Frieda P]

This so reminds of that quote by Maya Angelou 'when people show you who they are, believe them'...thanks so much kimmer x

[KAOlmsted]

i love that quote...yes ma'am...believe every word. Always my pleasure. Frieda. xoxo

[Baby Ricochet]

I really like this one and I can relate to it. Hell, I could have written it. Well not word for word. My version would rhyme, be full of F bombs and vaginas but you know what I mean. I like the first stanza particularly. "I walked you through my untimely history" That's golden. Outstanding work Frieda.

[Frieda P]

How did I miss this one, omg Mark, sometimes you're such a delight, so funny...you, this made my night, thank you so much!

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and honest poem. I like the tone of the poem. Felt like thoughts falling together and understanding what is real or not. I like the flow of thoughts and the very good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks Coyote, sorry so late with this...much appreciated.

[Michael G.]

Still, it could be a long, grand boulevard with much to see and do. Not to mention two other vital things. Where the boulevard final destination is and all the interesting side streets and shops along the way. There can be so much more to this story.

[Frieda P]

That must be an entirely different poem Mike. ;-) Thanks so much.

[Michael G.]

Yes, I believe it is...

[Frieda P]

:-) Have a great weekend Mike.

[Sir Joseph]

This is a very moving poem! You are an amazing writer and continue to prove so with this piece!

[Frieda P]

This is a moving review, thanks Sir Joseph!

[SyberRose]

The first line drew me in and I love (when you trace my tears) which is usually impossible to do...beautiful beginning, middle and ending to a great poem.
SyberRose

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much SyberRose, much appreciate the visit & review.

[Tai Ryens]

Simply settling for a lover is truly a horrendous thing, both torturing and unfortunate. Lust is, though it upsets me, the bases of our human survival.

[Frieda P]

Lust can be a good thing too, I think, thanks for your comments Tai, always enjoy your reviews.

[beautiful dreamer]

wow how dark but hopeful. reminds me of a show choir show last year. i loved that show btw. great write

[Frieda P]

Thanks jen, glad you cleared that up for me! ;-)