I speak of moons and of a star that gazes endlessly but you deny their existence
Even though your eyes are as clear as a cloudless sky, my friend, you deny
I tell stories of crimson rosebuds and auburn autumns but all you allow for the
Imagination is black and white butterflies that always die
I pull you into my dreams of angels and sunshine with no artificial dyes but
You declare with every atom of your being that my dreamed angels will never fly
And that every bit of my “love you’s” are all lies
Yes I agree, I am pretending to cry
Ever tried to make someone love you? I wouldn't suggest it...
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Kay?!?
when did this happen?i'm sorry..you could have called me or something. its good but its sad!
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I wrote this when I was getting fed up with Jacob and all his bull crap. He could cry and try to get his way but if I seriously cried he didn't think it was real. A real jerk...Jerks need to go to a hell made just for jerks...lol...jk...but it would be nice to think about.
Kay
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Oh Kayla this is brilliant. I know so much about love unreturned. It's more than sad, it's a feeling that makes one never want to love again, it builds a fear in you. So I call this thing you did here sweet revenge. When you can turn something bad and sad to something beautiful, that is a sweet revenge--well, not necessarily to the person/s involved (which I'll never suggest anyway because it's a waste of time), but to some 'playful' chance that we can't seem to avoid.
I loved this, need I say that? Ang galing!
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Thank You Joy..
Some people just don't get the significance of love, joy, faith, hope, and again love... It use to make me cry but now I just get frustrated. Thanks for commenting.
Kay
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When somebody lives on a flat, gray planet and someone else tries to bring colors, and composition and texture, that person is threatened and, happy with flatness and grayness is, perhaps, flat and gray ... good thing, too, for otherwise how would all the colors and composition and texture, and dreams come to pass in an empty box.
Your last line brims irony. What is true and real is often overlooked, unseen and unheard, and unlived. This is well crafted poetry.
Moqui says
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to make someone love you first you must love yourself
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SO MUCH SORROW!!!!
Yes, one cannot ever make another love them. If you care about someone and they do not care back that is a deep and painful feeling indeed.
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Gorgeous.
This piece reminds me of a song by the band Alkaline Trio....one of their lyrics goes like,"pretending to cry"....forgot the song title though
A heartfelt poem,though,great work!
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I think this is absolutely fantastic. "Auburn autumns", and "Black and white butterflies", evoke some excellent images. I love the artificial dyes part too, really it's just a beautiful poem. Very well done indeed,
i'm really impressed,
regards,
Floorboards.
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hmm your use of language is taking some interesting turns. i like seeing you play with metaphors. i mean really play with them. this is how its done. play with them until it becomes natural to do so.
the imagination line is my favorite.
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Fried chicken is bad for the health...
Well yes chicken...but with a variety of people...you try to take someones head and turn it towards reality and they only bite your bloody fingers off...
Thank you for the comment ...
Kay
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EXELLENT!!!!!!!!
That poem has lots of meaning behind it. The act of trying to make soomeone love you is immpossible and you end up tearing yourself apart because of it. I know how that feels... Really good poem Kay, keep up the good work.
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