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I Guess I Can't Change
I can’t write about love.
I can’t write about a place
That I am foreign to.
The love I know
Sits in excrement
A low brow study of
Disappointment and emotional
Impasses.
The love I know
Laid prostrate in a hospital bed
With an isolated tear
Pooled into the corner of his eye
When the doctors told him
It would hurt, just be still,
He can breathe on his own now;
But the danger was just beginning.
Don’t tell me to write about love.
It’s not something
I understand.
Only a fleeting breath
Of spearmint green
I have tasted
For a few minutes
Here and there.
I can’t write about a place
That I am foreign to.
The love I know
Sits in excrement
A low brow study of
Disappointment and emotional
Impasses.
The love I know
Laid prostrate in a hospital bed
With an isolated tear
Pooled into the corner of his eye
When the doctors told him
It would hurt, just be still,
He can breathe on his own now;
But the danger was just beginning.
Don’t tell me to write about love.
It’s not something
I understand.
Only a fleeting breath
Of spearmint green
I have tasted
For a few minutes
Here and there.
Published 5th May 2015
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5th May 2015 8:45pm
I won't ask you to write about love Virginia, but maybe friendship. I don't think anyone wants to be truly alone. "Only a fleeting breath of spearmint green / I have tasted / For a few minutes / Here and there." That's tenuous, and might not be enough to go on. Of course it depends on the individual. One can get used to solitude, reading, writing poetry, getting on professionally. Maybe trying to shake the hangover of an unfortunate relationship. But it always good to have at least one person to communicate with, if only to compare scars. And yes, share a fleeting breath of spearmint green. The change can be gradual and ultimately a lot of fun. Hang in there baby. You're pretty damn fine.
5th May 2015 9:02pm
5th May 2015 10:36pm
Cool ink! Maybe love is yet to show you all the goodness it has to offer...oneday...
Your poetry...isn't that written with some love?
Your poetry...isn't that written with some love?
5th May 2015 10:46pm
a beautiful honest examination of self - really clever write - positive title - ambiguous content
Strangely I have a preference for being alone, it doesn't have to be a negative experience - it all depends on individual yearnings and honest needs - you express that issue so well here
:-)
Strangely I have a preference for being alone, it doesn't have to be a negative experience - it all depends on individual yearnings and honest needs - you express that issue so well here
:-)
5th May 2015 11:07pm
don't think you'll need to change
to get what you want in the end,
actually..:)
to get what you want in the end,
actually..:)
6th May 2015 00:00am
You sound very broken in this poem.
I wish you the best of luck to be able to stand strong again one day ^^
I wish you the best of luck to be able to stand strong again one day ^^
6th May 2015 1:49am
this comes from reaching deep inside yourself & finding unsorted memories, putting them in a chain of words that will help you understand love & hurt. you learn from those experiences, learn & progress.
it's an outstanding write...
it's an outstanding write...
6th May 2015 12:26pm
6th May 2015 7:50pm
omg! this took me by storm petal! jeezes christ you said and wrote this cl clearly and so well. and I hear YOU!!!
Wow so sad and yet not.. idk i just really felt this ...
Thank you for sharing your intimate thoughts luv....
Always
Zazzles xoxoxo
Wow so sad and yet not.. idk i just really felt this ...
Thank you for sharing your intimate thoughts luv....
Always
Zazzles xoxoxo
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