Still Love You

Sometimes we find ourselves dwelling in the past. We cannot let go of things that make or made us angry, sad, or in love, but sometimes these old emotions create new insights & change the way we feel.

You could have, in cold depths and coffin boards, loved this boy.

I’d appreciate the riddled bone remains wrapped like presents

In the handsome tuxedo picked out for you in light blue.

We all know it was the silver pin of light that did this to you.

Memories carry me away; I could have dug you out

Or, in one fell swoop, have made you mine; Pulled the trigger with you, thigh to thigh

Together as bloated fleshes ­ Nothing to think about

Age old skins in the stuffy cedar space; Time disappears us from the grave.

More faces passed than people in view of you ­ Looked, looked, looked at,

Through the single black eyeball that disenfranchised you;

Smooshed you out and made you a hilarious joke.

Seeing only through The witless eye, the people sanctioned it’s evil dispensation,

And It was hard because your neighbors were straight men and they'd borrowed your 

underwear.

But I have died already for you and it was the river of the minnows

Who laughed at us behind dark, beady eyes of intolerance.

Our reflection in supercilious pupils was a mirror of hope; We were not the judging square,

And you and I remember only the street light splashed sheets.

Author's Note

Please let me know anything that comes to your mind. I sincerely appreciate all feedback and will return it.

Reviews

[Meliss@k]

Wow.

I’ve literally, never read a poem as creative as this.

The references of relationships and coffins, yes people write about such things, but never to the extent and with such imagery and depth that you’ve provided.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, wonderful work, digging up the past
“Memories carry me away; I could have dug you out...Time disappears us from the grave”

^^^^ my favorite lines

[Oliver Lee]

I really loved this poem dude, the imagery was astounding. You're brilliant!

[T.S. Claus]

Thank you!

[Philip Muls]

Some good stuff in here but it needs tidying up a bit. It feels somewhat random, you should probably focus on a couple of key thoughts and get then, absolutely right.

Well done.

[T.S. Claus]

Thank you for your feedback!

[Davidgeo]

"Together as bloated fleshes ­ Nothing to think about"
What the f**k is that? It's just a bizarre deviation, to me anyway. It reads like a can of smashed a******s in contrast to everything that preceded it.

'Stuffy cedar space" is a nice coffin description. Houses are made out wood these days more than coffins so, ha, that's funny if you did that on purpose.

Yeah, I mean it's all pretty much really good. "black eyeball" "disenfranchised you"... it's excellent. Reminds me of that stupid black spot in the pirate stories.

I stopped wearing underwear when people stopped borrowing them.

[The Realist]

whoa, that first line had me hooked instantly :)
beautifully written T.S. Claus, cant wait for more. :)

[Eliza arabi]

It's beautiful. I'd try to use the right words but they would not do justice to your piece.

[T.S. Claus]

That means so much to me. I wish you could try and use the words to tell me! Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment :)

[Eliza arabi]

No problem.
Its a beautiful piece, so full of emotion.

[K.M]

This is a beautiful poem, I absolutely loved every second of it. Please keep on writing!-Kenzie

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the complete. I liked the longing and the honest tone.
"But I have died already for you and it was the river of the minnows
Who laughed at us behind dark, beady eyes of intolerance."
The above lines. Nice visions create and left the reader with a lot to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

That first line is awesome!!
Keep up the great work!!