Moving on.
Empty picture frames
Hanging on my wall.
It's what I do
To tell myself that
You're not coming back.
It's like I'm taking
One step forward,
But three steps back.
Images of you
Coaxing me to let go.
I hated you.
Sleepless nights wasted
By my useless mumbling,
Singing myself a lullaby,
As tears leave a burning
Trail of hatred down my cheeks.
Love at first sight.
But alas, it was never meant to be.
I hated the fact that I can't
Live without you.
But I loved the fact
That I was free to hate you.
I guess you can call it
Contradiction at its best.
Author notes
QUOTE:
"Is hatred as necessary as love to keep the wheels driving forward?" -- How Many Miles To Babylon by Jennifer Johnson
"Because I am an officer and a gentleman" ~I HAVE READ THE RULES~
~"Life goes on." -- "Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da" by the Beatles
OPTION 5
A contest entry
- Star-silvered Water (#14) by Gigglegasm.
450 points, ended June 18, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prompt Contest (A-B) by OhNoChastity.
600 points, ended July 18, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Even when your hope is gone, move along by Barely Breathing.
450 points, ended June 21, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hatred but with a sense of love, interesting. Good job! Good luck in the contest!
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I really like this poem, thank yo
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I really liked this poem. I really felt it inside of me, the pain of losing someone and the hatred that comes with it. The passing of time leads to it, not wanting to see their face, being repulsed that you let them get under your skin the way you did. The double of love and hatred is described so wonderfully here, and the need to move on, and the best way to do that is to not like the person anymore. It's a slow transition from caring enough to hate to not caring enough at all, but it's a start.
I love the stanza that reads "Empty picture frames Hanging on my wall. It's what I do To tell myself that You're not coming back." The metaphor here is so strong, and the need as well. It's what really caught my attention and made me feel the emotion of narrator, relate to the emotions displayed. It's also so creative. A lot of people will use pictures as a meaning for memories, but empy pictureframes? You took a cliche and expanded it to something amazing.
I don't really have any suggestions. I feel like everything works with this. The style, the layout. It's your own and it's well polished. Thank you for entering the contest and I really hope to see more writing from you!
Keep it up!
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Wow i really enjoyed this poem. It hit home very much i went through something close to this recently. Its a thin line between love and hate and sometimes that line gets blurry
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WOWZERS....
My mind is stuck on the visual of walking into a room...white walls...with rows of empty picture frames hanging there...that is what it's like when they are suddenly a void where love once lived... BRAVO.
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"I loved the fact that I was free to hate you." It feels good to let go of the determination to love and to realize that you just can't. But while you hate, you are not totally free of the person. Nice to get to the point where you think "Oh, yes, and what was his name again?" Or to wonder how you ever got enmeshed.
Nice write.
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I enjoyed this. It didnt have the happiest ending, but it was strong, "I was free to hate you". That means you are letting yourself hate that person, which in time leads to healing, although a very long way. but hey, I totally relate and this is what I am looking for. Well done and all the best in my contest.
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woah. this is so powerful, hits you right in the guts dude!
awesome job..loved this!
I guess you can call it
Contradiction at its best.
& i think you can all this poetry at its BEST!
best lucks,
charu
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thanks hon
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