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Poem Number 14
Contributed by
Bunni
on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 09:03:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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in this elegant grotto i sit
but, before you judge this, remember
appearences aren't always as they seem
i've heard many stories about people
that the classical moon whispers at night
among the briar patch
about the blind intentions of love
and the dangerous thoughts that often appear
poor heart, i've never felt your pain
and i don't pretend to
and i can't pretend because i don't have any apathy
that ridiculous apathy--i'd be false coming from me
the moon speaks of drained relationships
and broken hearts among the way
i wouldn't know
all i know is my own crystal clear sorrow
my own love would be cold
because i have a scalding cold heart
let this all unwind, the sweet covering of love
and endure the sadness and the grimy aftermath
that hangs in the air like a thick smog cloud
and leaves a taste in our mouths like wet sand
love has a notorious reputation
filled with twisted truths and spoiled prides
and stands out in my mind with an odd singularity
coloured like a blood-stained red carpet--
you know the stains are there but you just can't see them
until they're old and almost forgotten
it makes me wonder how long these torture games will
continue until our crimson end
--end--
Copyright ©
Bunni
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2004-03-29 21:03:11]
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Re: Poem Number 14
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by GeorgeJamesDelgado on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 09:15:52 PM AEST
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In this poem, I can feel the self rejection and
mistrust of love. The author projects her
dislike of herself in the matter of love. I like
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