If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between the metaphoric lines. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unwritable things never whispered of. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed. But, otherwise, I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line but even the shades and innuendo between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor-made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in.
I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, 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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Oh that’s a beautiful thought, loved the dilemma ending in the appreciation of little moments. Taking one day at a time, until the day takes us!
You eloquently expressed what a train-wreck love can sometimes be. Too often, we injure the one we vowed to protect…or they us. And not wishing to cause pain, or be the recipient of it, it can make us hesitant to take the plunge again
Authentic is the key word here…speaking for myself, I have yet to experience it. I’m in my 2nd marriage, and neither husband gave/give love unless I made/make myself into the image they wanted/want. I was myself before either marriage, but shortly after the ring went on, both wanted to change me. To me, neither’s love was ever authentic.
I’m sorry to hear that. I too was married twice. The first one, we both thought we knew what love was, but we lacked a fuller, more mature understanding of what love should be and ended up sabotaging ourselves as we as our relationship. In the second marriage. I was more prepared however my spouse changed and expected me to adapt to her new found interest, subsequently we fell apart. No matter how much I loved her, I could never compete with the image she wanted me to become, of which I had no desire for as well as being absolutely destructive to love itself. I do hope you find what you need, but no ring alone can ever be so magical.
I don’t know why both men and women don’t realize that they can’t mold a partner after marriage to suit what they want. We are who we are, and though we can compromise, neither partner should expect the other to become who they are not.
I have given up on finding what I need…now, I just want to be left alone to be me. But if you are still searching, I wish you the best.
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Oh that’s a beautiful thought, loved the dilemma ending in the appreciation of little moments. Taking one day at a time, until the day takes us!
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Excactly… and Thank you my dear friend…
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❤️ ❤️ ❤️
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Beautiful!
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Thank you much
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You eloquently expressed what a train-wreck love can sometimes be. Too often, we injure the one we vowed to protect…or they us. And not wishing to cause pain, or be the recipient of it, it can make us hesitant to take the plunge again
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Thank you kindly. Great to read appreciation of loves often faced dilemmas.
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I ofttimes think lasting love is a myth…
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I can only speak for myself, but I believe love is the only thing that does last , if it’s authentic from the onset.
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Authentic is the key word here…speaking for myself, I have yet to experience it. I’m in my 2nd marriage, and neither husband gave/give love unless I made/make myself into the image they wanted/want. I was myself before either marriage, but shortly after the ring went on, both wanted to change me. To me, neither’s love was ever authentic.
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I’m sorry to hear that. I too was married twice. The first one, we both thought we knew what love was, but we lacked a fuller, more mature understanding of what love should be and ended up sabotaging ourselves as we as our relationship. In the second marriage. I was more prepared however my spouse changed and expected me to adapt to her new found interest, subsequently we fell apart. No matter how much I loved her, I could never compete with the image she wanted me to become, of which I had no desire for as well as being absolutely destructive to love itself. I do hope you find what you need, but no ring alone can ever be so magical.
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I don’t know why both men and women don’t realize that they can’t mold a partner after marriage to suit what they want. We are who we are, and though we can compromise, neither partner should expect the other to become who they are not.
I have given up on finding what I need…now, I just want to be left alone to be me. But if you are still searching, I wish you the best.
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I must say I can relate..
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I trust you can. Thank you.
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Always 😊
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As always, beautifully written.
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As always, thank you kindly.
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💗
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