This fake self love
In dry tears
Echoes of what remains
Just the never ending fears
If somehow I could get near
To my drowning waves
With this second beer
As the moon changes to pink
I long for a desert of charades
About to sink
In a time
When I ached
For my lack of restraint
Creeping in search
Of a strength
In no one’s domain, how vain
Harassing my own mirage
No irruption or holiness
Instead a lack
Of self control
Becoming stronger
In my wish
To be here
A bit longer
I miss most of the upshot
Itinerant abyss
Jealous acceptance
Frivolous fullness
Random advance
Satirical existence.
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© Dulce
20 comments:
love the flow of these words...like a rushing river to the end...whew!
Words that remind me of my youngest daughter...
Sweet Dulce, I cannot analyze
your work, can only "feel" it
and that is so much better.
And do you know--believe this--I understand what you wrote. Getting better at that.
I know that when I lose self control, when I want to "stay in the day (before)", I CAN do that. But then I miss out totally on tomorrow's magical answers to today's questions. Tomorrow's solutions to today's problems.
I must say here that I liked yesterday's "JUST BECAUSE" Soooo much better!
Why? Just because--grin!
Well, because it is MINE!
Thank you again, for that beautiful set of thoughts in poetic form.
LOVE and PEACE!
And this reminds me of the great English poet, William Wordsworth's line - "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity."
What a read...soothing for my flight tonight :)
aaaah, emotions i have felt before...
You have identified and described so big a piece of my past, with fake self love. Thanks.
We have all felt this way, I believe...
Love your flow and your honesty in words...
~Calli xx
wow such true emotions, Are you inside my head this dull cold morning.. you wonderful poet YOU.. SMILES
my own words are lost in academia ... i'm glad yours are here to rescue me.
beautiful,
amazing! who would have thought that the line " second beer" would go with the rest of the words. But it does.
It was so interesting to see the would beer in there like a great big splash of the mundane.
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a get a sense of overwhelming sensations when I read this, not to collect or organize the thoughts, but to enjoy the experience - sweet to share,
and sweet to sing...
thank you Dulce a lovely offering to life's energies!
WOW!
What a wonderful poetess you are my friend!
Love this!
Oh, thank you for the comment today!
I loved it!
Your visits always put a smile on my face!
You are AWESOME!
Margie
xxxxxxx
Hello Dulce, just started following your blog. Beautiful, flowing poetry that melts into my heart. I hear you and feel all the feelings.
Thank you for sharing!
Kim,
I lack the ability to discern the meaning of this poem. It flows but I'm not sure where. It has lots of emotion but I'm not sure why. I think it's the Cousin Jack side of me which is just so darn slow to get things.
Bitterness. Disillusion. A very deep statement. Don't come down of the heels! Hehe - leave that to good old Sylvia. You're a goddess.
Sometimes letting out the negativity like this leaves a space for yourself that can be filling with something more positive. What is possible can occur from what is negative and move your life forward in a way that moves touches and inspires you. That is what came out of reading that for you.
I've been through such feelings once...keep it up my dear! your words are lovely
its a beautiful soul searching..
trisha
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