somehow drawn together
by the magnetic pull of fate
like a seatbelt strapped in for the ride.
The flocking birds of a feather
I never fail to appreciate
mysterious feelings from inside.
Growing fires with embers burning
but unbeknownst is the flame
it seems so hard to keep control.
New lessons of life to be learning
the next piece is moved in life's game
but how can I see my true soul.
Should this be completely wrong
Something that we should forbid
the step that I shouldn't take.
Should I forget this song
a feeling that I should rid
must I be asleep or awake.
I guess only time will tell
for one day the truth will come out
but will it all be in vain?
Metaphors hide it so well
what a longing heart is truly about
conjuring thoughts in my brain.
Share with me your interpretations.
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WOW
"what a longing heart is truly about
conjuring thoughts in my brain"
all i have to say is ...wow!
This such beautiful writing...i will add you to my favorites..this is really phenominal...both parts!!
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Thank you for the comment. The first part was meant to be metaphoric, indirect, and philosophical to a certain extent. I think the overall poem projects the last stanza's meaning.
The next piece is a bit more direct, but also metaphoric. It discusses the game of time from this perspective. I do plan on returning the favor eventually, but first week of college is rather busy. Thanks for reading.
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Okay, this is a really awesome write
The title of your poem caught my eye, and when I read it, it's like... whoa there, plenty of (philosophical) questions up in the air! The soul is an abstract and mindboggling entity- but "a longing heart is truly about
conjuring thoughts in my brain"- perhaps it doesn't exist, and it's just another figment of our imaginative minds. *shrugs*
But of course, I do believe in the (some say) romantic ideal of the soul.
Lovely write- thought-provoking!
Cheers,
Char
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