Tenderness can be simulated
As can concern.
Romance can be orchestrated
At every turn.
Friendship can be formulated
As we all learn
Relationships terminated
Crash and burn!
And all things must pass they say
So why waste a tear
But did they know how lost you feel
without it all near?
For no matter just how false they be
they still belong to you
Possession is a state of being
That cuts your heart in two.
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16 comments:
very well structured...
nice
cheers
z
some cries cant be hushed. some fears cant be put to rest. some souls cant be saved. u have to let a few pass through the fisherman's net - a few of us were born for unrest
beautiful. and so so so true :)
loved the previous poem as well.
True. But with every terminated relationship, though the mind can always form new ones, it becomes harder to. It's like programming. Once a code is hacked, you make sure you create an unbreakable code. Seemingly unbreakable, atleast to you. But in jumps another hacker, and strips the code into pieces. When finally, someone decides that the best way to not get hacked is not to program. Life is very similar. Every broken relationship makes it harder, atleast by a decimal level, for the next one to form. More stringent rules. A more stronger will. A determined resilience. But another one breaks you apart and walks away coolly.
Simple yet profound, me likes.
Much more direct and touching than your earlier verse. This one, I shall remember.
Very beautifully written.
Yes, the last two lines cut your heart.
The bold letters are also appropriate.
The bold and italics look better on white background and black fonts though.
Very nice title too.
ah. Nothing truer have I heard.
Its so much like music to hear the truth ring through your poetry.
Very nice.
However, not sure I agree with "For no matter just how false they be they still belong to you". But good stuff!
zofo, aparna, AQC, devil, TTIM: thanks.
prerona: 'tis what makes life worth living.
SS: your the third person (male) who's said that. Looks like the template needs tweaking. Need a female vote as well though. And whats wrong with starkness, blackness, too uncomfortable?
ghostoftomjoad: Not false or never belonged to me? You mean the latter obviously. Leave me something to hold on to-if only a few words?
I saw the rss feed first. Which is just plain text.
The bold and italics are apparent there. They are appropriately used too. It is quite visually apparent there.
Here, I came to your site and could hardly notice it.
The black is too overpowering for the italics or bold lettering to show.
Uncomfortable... no. It suits your writing though. Just that black doesnt bring out the changes in fonts. If you want to keep the black, you probably want to play with some font that distinguishes them better. It's either the font or the background.
Hmm... I would play with the font, if I wanted a black background. Just a thought.
Hush now. Stop pining the things you lost. You never really had them.
But it still hurts like a band aid yanked off quickly, and the nerves underneath still burn, even after the skin has healed.
i am wondering how you expressed all of it so simply and yet so beautifully. i loved its fluidity.
...
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
great words from the song sung by Glen Campbell...
and Bette Medler:
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live ...
Hope it'sokay to post a comment:)
so..That was just the past
Not that it was false
Passion is a state of being
That mends your heart in one.
agree?
inner-reflections..:)
SS: will look into it
Mermaid: startlingly accurate analogy, though the bandaid pain subsides far quicker!
Illusion:I don't know but thanks
Anon: its ok to post a comment, a though a name would be nice. Nice lines, nice thought, what would we do without song...
"Possession is a state of being
That cuts your heart in two."
one of the best posts so far :) i am feeling these words ... you have a beautiful way of expressing yourself.
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