Optimism inflicts upon me
a corrupting laughter
with her naive thought
that humor wouldn't hurt matters
despite feeling the need to add the qualification
that she means "no offense".
The Better Half of Me
is happy go lucky
without partaking
in the thought
that perhaps breaking up
just might break
the (ex)boyfriend
into a hollow shell
who distinctly remembers
what reality once was
and where it ought to be.
The Better Half of Me
is slowly but surely returning
and it is not she but me.
What complexity and consumption
relationships mandate need not be necessary
for a truly satisfying life;
empathy through friendship,
and passion from involvement
write happiness without chaos.
Relationships need not
be abandoned at all cost
to avoid the agony of withdrawal
but must also not be sought out
as entrance into heaven's plane.
For entrance into heaven's plane
relationships may well grant
but hell's gates are filled with
those who thought themselves to be
happily ever after.
Author notes
I am riley, he who seeks the elusive peace where there is so much destruction.
I don't normally write in this style, but it was particularly fitting for this poem. In a way, this two poems, but it wouldn't really make sense if they were seperated because the second part is dependent upon the first part for it to make sense.
The last stanza is really meant to be both literal and metaphorical.
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Comments
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Wow this poem is so amazing and rich with imagery. The word usage of the poem sets this poem apart from most poems and it flowed really well. You did an awesome job with the title that I gave you and I look forward to reading more from you as I get the chance. Best of luck to you in the contest and God bless you always.
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This one is even better than corrupting laughter... and I like the reference to it in the beginning, as if it's continuing the same thought. I like the somewhat realistically grounded first part slowly transforming into the more metaphorical ending. If it were me, there'd be far more venom flying around by now. Is it getting better yet ?
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Thanks, I'm glad you like it, and I agree with you, it is better than the preceding poem. The reference was definitely on purpose, I'm glad you thought it flows well. I wasn't sure how well the transformation from realism to metaphor would work, originally I explicitly put numbers in there to show the transition, but I ended up thinking that made it more awkward.
...and yes, I think it is getting better. Finally started taking some anti-depressants and they help a lot. Still not over yet though - wouldn't be writing these poems any more if it were. But it's progress at least.
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