Miss Parsed

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I became nothing but a memory

Moments after she read my words

Like an unwanted news ad

When- what I really wanted

Was to be read, and then felt

As if I was standing before her

Stripped of all veils, constraints

To be dreamed, wanted, loved

To be imagined by her heart

In colorful scenes- of longed dreams

Wrapped around her like a scent

If only she could absorb me as ink

Does spilled words upon parchment

Feel the beats of all my emotions

As one does from another’s heart

And be blind to my social aberrations

Until her ears could feel…my whispers

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

 

Published by Poet of the Light

email me if you wish. poetofthelight5@gmail.com If you chose to attack me, I reserve the right to presume you don't exist and unworthy of a retort, or I may just write you and your ignorance out of my mind. ;-) Truth be told~ I’ve no idea what kind of writer or poet I am, how good or how bad really. In this day and age it seems, we sometimes get likes (feel obligated) because we liked someone work/art or message. I’m not keen to that concept, albeit I understand others might be trying to be supportive- within that gray area so as not to seem critical, to someone they perceive as a lessor learner. I tend to write from past experiences, (not all my own) and some are even new drafts of old versions of writes from a more modern view/voice or understanding. I enjoy being a tad provocative in the sense of stirring up ones emotions. I oft dismiss the mechanics because they tend to hinder realities honest and authentic voices conveying a truth, even if but their own. Reminding others in my message what having a loss feels like, traversing as a frail vessel adrift at on a sea of bitterness- alone or a new love acquired, and usually from a childish perspective. All writers have goals and many have entrenched agenda’s but for me, I have the need to write. Everything I write comes from my heart. I share them here, amongst those who might relate, might appreciate what is my style, my tone, my tragedy, my perspective, my naked vulnerability as whispers- from the scars on my heart. I like to think of myself as a high-wire balancing ambivert that can slip one way or another on the stretched tether of my heart whereas poetry serves as my balancing rod. Thank you for reading and your visit. Perhaps we will dance like love birds, to the same intertwining music as we delve in cryptic words on inked pages during our life's…song?

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16 thoughts on “Miss Parsed”

  1. This is such a touching sentiment. I can recall experiencing this feeling throughout various stages of my life, for different people and situations. These words gift me the assurance of being part of the greater human spirit, when I’ve felt completely isolated at times. Timeless work ☺ Obrigado!

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