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Goodbye, Love
my mind was always turbulent
one mood lower than the last
propelled into the sky
euphoric again
my mind is like a record
softly turning in tune
i remembered the scratches
that distorted the sound
my flaws from within, perhaps even morbid
this i knew
his face struck me different, this time
alone in the darkness
tangled bedsheets
warm breath and distant chimes
wide awake i was
my turntable was working
so our marriage plays
the song begins with us
dancing in the light of the moon
happy and so in love
nothing but bliss and nostalgic memories
the song seemed perfect
until that little mistake
distorting the words
corrupting my psyche
red, jealousy, anger
death
all the wrong things i could possibly dream
awakening inside
this was the other side of me
did i skip my medication?
whatever, it’s happening
turning to his innocent slumber
i paused at the sight
his last memory would be a severed knife
laying in sheets no longer white
a gentle kiss was laid upon his ivory cheek
“goodbye love”
this was me
couldn’t hear the wind, or the chimes
gone
the vinyl was killed
one mood lower than the last
propelled into the sky
euphoric again
my mind is like a record
softly turning in tune
i remembered the scratches
that distorted the sound
my flaws from within, perhaps even morbid
this i knew
his face struck me different, this time
alone in the darkness
tangled bedsheets
warm breath and distant chimes
wide awake i was
my turntable was working
so our marriage plays
the song begins with us
dancing in the light of the moon
happy and so in love
nothing but bliss and nostalgic memories
the song seemed perfect
until that little mistake
distorting the words
corrupting my psyche
red, jealousy, anger
death
all the wrong things i could possibly dream
awakening inside
this was the other side of me
did i skip my medication?
whatever, it’s happening
turning to his innocent slumber
i paused at the sight
his last memory would be a severed knife
laying in sheets no longer white
a gentle kiss was laid upon his ivory cheek
“goodbye love”
this was me
couldn’t hear the wind, or the chimes
gone
the vinyl was killed
Published 26th Feb 2020
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26th Feb 2020 7:31pm
OMFG!
this is how i felt (damn near -- close to it)
when my Fiancee died in 1970's
this is not You and You are rewriting a memory?
damnit! if not i pray this is metaphor and praise You for tricking me in this spill
this is how i felt (damn near -- close to it)
when my Fiancee died in 1970's
this is not You and You are rewriting a memory?
damnit! if not i pray this is metaphor and praise You for tricking me in this spill
29th Feb 2020 9:31am
This poem is not from a memory or personal experience (thankfully). I decided to write something eluding to those “intrusive” thoughts. But it also brings an awareness to mental illness.
I would also like to send you my condolences on your fiancée. If my poem in any way touched you that’s the biggest compliment I could receive. That’s why I write after all ;)
I would also like to send you my condolences on your fiancée. If my poem in any way touched you that’s the biggest compliment I could receive. That’s why I write after all ;)
27th Feb 2020 1:33am
Wow such imagery
his last memory would be a severed knife
laying in sheets no longer white
a gentle kiss was laid upon his ivory cheek
“goodbye love”
Absolutely stunning it has an Erie feel a sort of a femme -fatale
Well done Fairy
Listed 👍🏻
Hugs Zazzles
his last memory would be a severed knife
laying in sheets no longer white
a gentle kiss was laid upon his ivory cheek
“goodbye love”
Absolutely stunning it has an Erie feel a sort of a femme -fatale
Well done Fairy
Listed 👍🏻
Hugs Zazzles
29th Feb 2020 9:33am
Thank you much! I always try to incorporate some eerie-ness with each write. Personal preference you could say..
