Going…
Going…
He’s gone.
hehe
There is dust on my guitar
(not his fault).
I wipe it off,
strum a chord,
shut the door
and slide the bolt.
I’ll build a world of my own
that only friends can share.
There’ll be candlelit baths.
lots of hugs
and self-satisfied contentment there.
Sorry if I’m not broken-hearted.
I could pretend for his ego
but I am not his, ergo
I have no need
to pander
to his self greed
My solitude is crowded
with friends and song and mirth,
with wild and loony dances,
with passionate emergence into
my lusty lovely self.
Comments
I like it.
I like it.
The beginning is visual. It sounds like a shutting of the door.
The ending is wild and out of control, like feelings of freedom and hurt.
thanks Iriz
do you relate to it?
Yes
Yes
I've read some of your works here Iriz
and like them but they all seem to be about nature and... well they are deep and beautiful but I don't know how to comment cos I don't really relate.
That's why I asked.
I think maybe its something missing in me.
People are different and go
People are different and go through different phases, so don't worry you don't miss anything, it is just you focus on relationship to people more. I am tired of grief and hustle and create a different world in my poems, the world where one can simply be in balance with self and with nature.
Whatever I'm doing
I always feel I'm missing something else!
Hi Aeron
the mood of your poem...rather a song is vividly expressed...it gives to me a sense of carefree malevolence...i liked the feel and texture of your poem....
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thank you Raj
I'm glad you got that sense of carefree malevolence.
More are on the way,
More are on the way,
wild is the soul, tender is the heart, hungry is the body
nice write ;)
thank you
all true, plus
insatiable is the intellect
haahaahaa
I wouldn't claim to know much about that ;)