Clearly you understand the extent
of how I create my world,
with you acting as centripetal force,
so that my thoughts, constructs,
and all patterns of life orbit you.
You are my song, the noise to contrast
with the silence that terrifies me.
You make the monsters go away,
even as my heart pounds
and the whispers play at night.
You are my universal constant,
consistent when the rest is variable.
You are my peace, my love, my joy.
Anxiety shakes me at a pseudo-random hour,
yet by your predictable voice and soft lips
and eyes and hair and touch and kiss
and love and fight and dance and miss
and stay here for a while and love me.
Would you do that for me?
Without your laid-back semantics,
I retreat into my comfort zone,
in which I am always agitated,
desperate to discover, recognize, understand
social conventions and protocol
without looking away.
From you, my love,
I could never look away.
How do you feel?
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Poetic
You've definately gotten the subject right! You have lot of talent. Amd i am eager to read more from you. Good job.
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Thank you, but you will be extremely disappointed with anything else I write.
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I like the titleof the poem. When I read it, I think I can sense an underlying talent and potential for talent there, but isn't refined nor coming to the surface right yet. Keep working hard, get inspired, find your style and push for it.
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This is brilliant, love. Romantic-poems are, generally-speaking, the hardet to write, because you risk sounding fake and/or syrupy. Fortunately, you have done neither... Such a refuge!
Lovely use of the English language; you've also got diction down to a science, and I'm so impressed that, while you're writing from this monster of a muse, there are others your age who are still into that whiny, emo crap; therefore, that makes you amazing.
Well done.
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