Stained
Clear the days and blue the skies
Swift the feet and bright the eyes
Looking up and far ahead
To treasured times and dreamy lies.
Life planned ahead so close to true
The search was over when I found you
Under the lights above
From moments first and onward through.
Promises of forever chosen to spend
From sweetened beginning to bitter end
Across the better on into worse
Made in heaven and to hell will lend.
Mended seams split far apart
Shattered twice a rebuilt heart
A long broken smile slides away
An unpromised end at a forgotten start.
The only true outcome that matters to me
Is the one desire that I'll never see
A clean break will never heal
And in that emptied void I'll be.
As long as there are things to fill
Avoidance to buy and travel to thrill
Goodness means so little to you
And for me there's only a bitter pill.
Dreams slipped away unretained
Light falls away completely drained
A little love is all was asked
And all left is a life bloody stained.
I read the end of a promising relationship, that ended suddenly. Although the character says "A little love is all was asked," I read that he (she?) wanted much much more than just a little love. He'd pinned his universe on her! She couldn't take the pressure and vamoosed, leaving him looking for another bout of:
Poor guy.
There are some great lines in this one:
Isn't this common in relationships - unrequited love, one more than the other? Some are content just to have someone else to share the rent, to pretend at not being alone. Maybe that is what relationships are these days.
Glad you liked some of the lines :)
Isn't that the fantasy of love that we have been sold?
I think it is. I also think that we have willingly bought into it, ignoring our better senses.
another thing we have been taught to do
The essence in a Haiku:
Dreams unretained fade,
Love sought, bitter void remains,
Life's fabric unstained.
It might be the other way, where life's fabric is soiled. I think a lot of us live a life unstained, because we don't really live.
So you say planned life is kinda destiny 🙄
Or maybe, destiny doesn't care about our plans.
I would say "possibility"
And in that life full of blood, Mr. Taraz, the dark memory bleeds, like an open wound, like a wise word and we find ourselves in the place of forms, at the back of the room, bitter taste of absence when the afternoon is dying.
We all die alone. And we seem to be more and more content living alone too - what kind of life is it though?
This life, Mr. taraz is one of the raigal identity, and the agony of freedom, where the "know thyself and become who you really are" prevails to save our individuality.
Nice one, @tarazkp !
Thanks!
Hmm
This seem like you are writing to your lover when you write the the search was over when you found your lover and that promises of forever that you have chosen to spend
Could be.
I loved the way you played with words here without the piece losing its intended meaning. Keep writing
Some say Heaven is boring, because everything is nice and there are no hardships. There should be balance to enjoy life. The feeling of success is sweeter after working hard for it. With love, some push and pull make it stronger. Heartbreak can make the feeling of the next love more powerful once found again.
Dear @tarazkp !
Do you currently feel like your dreams are unachievable?
Enjoyed the pounding rhythm of the poem. It reminded me of iambic pentameter
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Poor thing! This beautiful, detailed poem sounds as if it came from the depths of a broken heart.