General Poetry posted July 31, 2008 |
True love, won't allow itself to be killed!
With No One To Write For...
by Mike K2
There is no one to write for,
in my life, too painfully true. My writing should dry up, silent, living the rest of my life... ...painfully blue. A neighbor across the street, deserves a little tender loving care, two children and bad marriages, a simple hint of dinner, she won't dare. A lonely woman who secretly wishes for a little romantic company. Just exchanging a passing glance and she shuts the door, being scared of me. A hundred ghosts, of ladies and memories, that haunt the rooms within my head. They just couldn't deal with such simple and open feelings; they shunned me instead. And... The love of my life, who I really wanted to be by her side; caused in me the most strife, hit by a drunk driver, she died. ~~~~~~ I want to moderate this score, as the rejected love from me pours. When I write about love, I will always give it my total all. It just takes a bit more courage and a little drop of gall. Even, if within the workings of my mind, I write with the thoughts of you; perhaps God intended for other people my loving creations, to pass through. It takes such a minuscule amount of love, even if only from pets to be received. That feeling of comfort, written as if from true lovers can be perceived. Crafty little observations of successful couples, coyly stolen from the corners of one's eyes. Written as if a fact from one's own life, beautiful lessons for others, it provides. I will still write from the perspective of love, even if only from convictions and belief. I have fooled many with my poetic slight of hand, even thanked by distressed lovers, a bit of relief. You can break my heart and push me away. My greater love comes from what I believe that God wants me to say. |
This came as thoughts about a review and excanged replies to a poem. She stated that she would release one friend if another came into her life. My thought was, "Why? If a friend is actually a friend." I have been listening to Jethro Tull and their, "Thick As A Brick," echoed through my mind. In part for her, but also my convictions of love and poetry. Believe me, I have to be...
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. You need to login or register to write reviews. It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.
© Copyright 2024. Mike K2 All rights reserved.
Mike K2 has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.