the mistress
as i do recall
is one that i understand fluidly
as it were
as one canvassed
in time
and there is something
or perhaps it is nothing
in the demeanor of one
that makes it almost impossible
to forget
how much i care about her
perhaps it is the secret of her perfection
in her utterly imperfect self
that keeps me wondering
if there ever would
could
should
be a future
be a something
be a love
be a person known as she for me
she and i would be one and the same
she would smile and laugh
and i would as well
and we would be
as it were
two of one
the same whole
two halves
of something utterly feminine
and in a sense
divine
the master
as it were
is one who might or might not be
someone to be thought of
for in a sense
he is the person that has been
a secret
searched out through time
and in the thoughts
resides as
a character
with fluid fingers
and a secret desire for
jade
puget
perhaps it is the secret of his imperfection
in his utterly preperfect self
that keeps me lost
as if there ever would
could
should
be a future
be a past
be a present
be a male known as he to me
he and i would be the opposites
he would try and i would cry
as i would for he
and we would be
as it were
two of separate
a jigsaw whole
two halves
of something utterly bisexual
and in a sense
divine
the question now remains
in certain words
and certain phrases
wherein it is contained
in certain portions of
the brain
as to whether or not
there is a truth
in either pale reflection
for where she is eve
the mother of all
the birth of the fall
he is adam
and though perfection, utterly
a bastard
Author notes
well, this is from one angle utterly specific and at another angle mindblowingly generic. but i suppose that's what happens when your brain decides to go places that it shouldn't.
basically, women are awesome and female, but at the same time they are too perfect for me
and men are awesome and male, but at the same time complete and total bastards (but i suppose i'm biased against males because so many men have hurt me).
the plight is...i like some women and i like some guys, and i hate humans and i hate love and i want to be who i was. and that makes no sense to you, but i suppose the poem is still worth reading. my intention was to be humorous.
laugh, damnit.
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lol
Very interesting, I do believe all this & I may have lived sth similar to it...
& u penned it very well...
Thnx for entering & Best of luck
GloriousGift
Heba -
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I cant laugh I am a hopless southern coutry girl whos scared to think to much about this kind of stuff that it might force me to think too much . now you laugh sweetie=)It is really good......... people hurt each other so much. God had a perfect plan and look what we went and did with it.....
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hey, i know how that goes. ^_^ but i mean...i think the ending is pretty funny no matter what. because...yeah.
thanks so much for the comment!
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Wow, this is so different from all the things of yours i've read in the past... just, the way that it's written. it was really interersting though. the flow and progression...
interesting.
i wanted to call you and chat after reading this, but then i remembered that it's not sunday anymore. > <
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haha, yay i succeeded at being different. ^_^ but thanks dear. i kind of like it. its funny.
i should call you when i have free time (which is rare because of stupid parables). and then we can be like "YAY HAPPY TIME!"
ps - i miss you way too much.
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