My heart speaks…
Mumbles…
Rambles incoherently
At the sight of you.
You, with your aura
And your smiles
Your unintentional
Undeniable charm.
I’m so speechless
So, I’ll talk a little more
About nothing
And everything.
I hate the way
You make me feel
Exposed
And unprotected.
As though invisible
Without your touch
To verify my very
Existence.
Romantic words
Of late have meant
Oh so much more
To these wary ears.
Yet, love…
Love is not quite
In the cards.
Infatuation, perhaps?
Oh, how I do hope
That my second-hand heart
Will withstand
And endure
You and your aura
And your smiles
And your unintentional
Undeniable charm.















Comments
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Meghan
I have found freedom
...losing all hope is freedom
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xoxoxo Melanie
a) You don't suck (a malfunctioning vacuum cleaner sucks more than you do).
b) Total reflection and perfect timing
c) Pie.
For the sake of comment, we'll start with point B. I've been feeling really down today. It happens, mostly because hormones are fickle things, but also due to the things that happen in my life and how I react. So sometimes I feel really happy and upbeat, other times I feel down and out and like everything is standing still.
Today was one of those days, and your poem captured how I felt. Let down. Like very few people truly cared about my wellbeing, and those who do care were still . . . distant . . . like there's a glass wall that separates me from them.
This is a great poem. In fact, it's very close to "My Eden" in calibre. "My second-hand heart" is awesome, astounding imagery. This is the sort of stuff that doesn't win awards. This is the sort of stuff that gets awards named after it (or the author)!
The only thing I'd watch is your use of the word "and" at the beginning of lines. Sometimes it seems a bit redundant. The poem doesn't lose much from its addition, but I don't know if it would be very different without it. Particularly stanza four, "Exposed / And unprotected" could very easily become "Exposed / Unprotected" to put more emphasis on "unprotected". Just a thought.
Okay, A. You don't suck. I know that self-deprecation is a great thing, because I do it all the time, it is my Way of Life. The Tao of Ben. But the best thing about self-deprecation (other than the fact that I promised I would never sue myself!) is that you have great friends who will immediately leap to your defense and say, "Hey, wait a minute . . . you don't suck!"
So here's for the leaping.
(And as for C . . . well . . . pie is good. It's like a universal truth. I mean, you may not like all types of pie--heck, you may not have found a pie you liked yet. But there is a Perfect Pie out there for everyone.)
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If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe. -- Carl Sagan
~superstitious13 and =shutterbug13 lured me here.
Maybe Dats Your Pwoblem Too
This is such a cute poem. It brings up lovely imagry.
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Remember that at any given moment
there are a thousand things
you can love.
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Neutral nothings notice nonchalance, nodding nominally.
Or others opting out of opinionated oracles orchestrating our opus.
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"I have found freedom.
....Losing all hope is freedom."
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i Love You<3. Period.
-The China Doll
*~ChinaDolls13=Mine and =shutterbug13's joint photography account*
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i Love You<3. Period.
-The China Doll
*~ChinaDolls13=Mine and =shutterbug13's joint photography account*
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i Love You<3. Period.
-The China Doll
*~ChinaDolls13=Mine and =shutterbug13's joint photography account*
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