to all my men

FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
he wrote the sweetest of hopeful dreams
and lured me into the home of true love
dared me to leave and challenged my heart
another came forward,but only online
with loser attitude and helpless but for words
a friend,a gossip,an asshole
then one more challenged me to explore
and let go the sexual energy
as a means to empower and grow confident
all planned out to see you,i did
and the world was slowly opening
to what i perceived as our plans
then a southern chance meeting
your finest achievement thus far
brought us to fruition and understanding
when he came to my town i was shocked
yet little could i do but wait for the day
when a hand would take mine and go home
the lamest of affairs,i knew all along
that you'd leave me again and again
but returned in anger and rage and assault
it was nearly all i could bear
yet i let you try everything,trusting,loving you yet
good bye and you don't deserve me/this
part of the gracious and grandiose withdrawing
a fraction of a movement towards farewell forever
because what would have happened
had it all come at once=suicide
then still spying on me,listening and watching
what do you want?don't make me think
there is anything there-it's all been your big joke
and i was never shown the true love promised
and i was never given a token of it either
whatever pleasure you received from this
is beyond human comprehension
there is a danger for people like you and yours
who have no souls,but insist on owning minds
there is sorrow for your empty,borrowed existence
but not from me
i simply laugh
i promised i wouldn't
but i'm sorry
i can't help it
the idiocy and the zen of it
drives me insane
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Comments

  • jboelhowjboelhow Posts: 170
    I hope writing the poem was therapeutic for you. As a guy, I want to say sorry. Technology has created a opportunity for people to be really weird, mean, stupid, any other negative word you want to add. At the end it does seem you are ok so that's good.
    Live the life you dream

    "Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
    So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,275
    It's unusual for me to read a vertically long poem on the internet, but I read this through the first time I saw it. It does seem therapeutic, but more crafted then just spewing or stream of consciousness drafts.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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