Nothing is more irresistibly beautiful and alluring and empty and sad
Than a brokenhearted girl
Nothing
She is hopeful and hopeless
Passionate and depressed
Nostalgically longing for the past
As the days and weeks trample her shattered dreams
One by fucking one
Until one day she wakes up
Surrounded by strangers and noise and interruptions
Swirling all around her
The wind, tossing her hair
Longing to touch her beauty
She rejects them all
Instead, choosing her memories
Imprisoned in her own mind
Tragically, courting her own sadness
– MMP
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Can I … may I …share one of my poems with you MMP. From a week ago – here in time .. then …
Perception is My Reality
Wonder if I can write
By the light of the moon?
Almost a full moon tonight
A Glorious bulb of swoon.
The Harvest moon or so they say
‘Twas the early evening / almost dusk
Or the late hours of this Monday
The fire sparkles another hue – of rust.
The rising moon, the slowing flame
Present an analogy, of time, of sorts
Of the deep odiferous fire so tame
My thoughts float away as smoke courts.
[the open night, the falling shroud]
The coolness settles down now.
The night sky boasts nary a cloud.
Breathe deep the smell of embers, wow.
The senses come alive – aloud!
Glowing bright and red and orange.
bvl 09-16-2013
So beautiful. Thank you. 🙂
Thank YOU !
Thank YOU ! YOU are teh beautiful one MMP