Open Poetry #49 |
She Left Me |
Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
She left me She always does I know I'm an easy hit I thirst for each and every woman that touches me In the vainest of ways I want them all I can only give of myself I cannot take for too long Still, I believe in sanctities that I cannot uphold So she left me She always did I wanted her to stay, to make me love her alone I need that I really need that But now she's gone. A whisper in the back of my mind as I hold you You, who give me more of what I must have. And I, giving you simply what you want So, she left me. Maybe this time for good. My heart aches for truth, devotions, love and emotions to make me feel whole But it only knows lusts that border on madness, cravings for fulfillment of the flesh and a caroling chorus of nymphs to satisfy them Sharing love and passions which were birthed in hell So she left me. She took her gods and left me Touch, but don't look |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sounds like a personal problem. ~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~ |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
There and beyond JerryPat2, there and beyond. Thanks for your visit. Touch, but don't look |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
It will be interesting as you explore your demons on paper Jack. You are off to a good start! Lori |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
Thanks for your replies. I don't really have personal problems per se. Maybe more than some and less than others, you know. I often write more fictionally that's all. It's difficult at best to really know ourselves since we're not conversing over coffee and rolls at the local diner, though that would be nice. No preconceived ideas, no forgone conclusions. Touch, but don't look |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
People on here tend to assume that the words are all intended to be actual in all respects as a reference to an aspect of feelings. There are certain mirrors in this poem with who i am what i feel. Life is a expletive deleted aint it. I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
I once thought Captain Video really made it to Pluto! (that's where he said he was... ) All sillies aside, I admire the intensity in which you wrote. The deep reflections and considerations are striking. It's my belief that if one is capable of simply sitting down and writing something out of their 'bubble', then they are also capable enough to live it, should they muster up the courage and desire to do so. Well done Jack! I'd like to read more of this genre, but frankly, your smooth, charismatic delivery is not easily found. ...just bein' Bluesy [This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (02-23-2014 07:59 PM).] |
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