Optimistic monster

Optimistic monster

A Poem by Lianne
"

Optimism turned sour.

"

Don't you dare

accuse me of being an optimistic monster

when you are a pessimistic saint

''optimism'' is all I once used to have

optimism was the fuel for us

the fuel for when we travel down this long road together

together as one

one moving entity

not two

Along the way

somehow

in my sleep

you emptied me

and

you emptied my jar of coins

my jar is now empty of coins for me to flip

heads; you win

tails; you win

 

© 2013 Lianne


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i too like the oxymorons...what a great twist "optimistic monster"

to be so emptied by another...this is sad.

the other wins, the other wins. one-sided relationships never work. i know.

thanks for this write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lianne

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your review! Good to know that you can relate to this as well
I liked the oxymorons "optimistic monster" and "pessimistic saint". I also liked the metaphor "jar of coins". Great poem, Lianne :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lianne

11 Years Ago

Thank you! :)

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Lianne
Lianne

Adelaide, Australia



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Nineteen years of age. Pharmacy student. Quiet dreamer. Passionate dancer. Ambitious, fickle minded, thirsty for adventure. compromising and stubborn (as much as that doesn't make sense) Simp.. more..

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