Published by Poet of the Light
I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart.
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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Beautiful 💜💙
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Thank you very much
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You welcome
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I really like your ending on this poem. Age will do that to all of us!
I liked this line in particular…
I gave everything that I was- to her
But I was just a boy feeling loved
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Than you sir for reading and commenting both. Yes, I agree, maturity does play a role in a truer confirmation of ones reailty.
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It really does!
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Such a tender writing. If only everything took place on the brighter side of love.
– S
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Yes… if only. Thank you.
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An Awesome piece! Powerful and moving insights that cut too close to home for me – been there done that and am probably still foolish enough to do it again, if given a chance (sad to admit)!! Really loved the lines in your opening:
“I missed all the signs I needed to know
Played along with whatever she told, me
I’m guilty, I fully admit I was naïve”
But for me, I saw the all the signs and wasn’t naive – I guess it was a “Thelma and Louise” moment where I decided to enjoy the flight to the inevitable end. I guess that’s what getting addicted to someone is all about, isn’t it??
Great post!
Chuck
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Thanks,Chuck!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Don’t Miss Reading This!!!!! ✨✨✨
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‘Over there on the brighter side of love
I knew everything would be alright
Here in dark silence, I don’t know… anymore ‘
True words. Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you much
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Welcome 🙂
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Such words.. Never disappoint.
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I work so as not to disapoint… Thank you.
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❤️Thank you
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