Lies Untold

half way through i added it to my reading list makes me sad
good job

Who wants to "watch your teardrops?"  It's raining outside anyway.  Are not love/pain, pain/love the same:  the ying/yang of our condition?  For what it's worth:  the poem flows with clarity, directedness, purpose, "telos."  The problem, to me, is usually I expect someone else to change first.  If I am aware that I've changed all is bliss, all is bliss.  No one can hurt me ever again once I realize the problem is me, the feeling is in me, I disidentify with it (a kind of who gives a shit attitude, filled with compassion.)  I've added something to reality (pain/happiness/etc.) but that reality is in me.  So someone says, "I can resonate with that."  Or, "That's a sad poem.  I fell that too."  Bullshit.  If you want to feel that way and write that way, ok.  But the problem, as opposed to the mystery, is inside you.


marcella1

Referring to Marcella's ridiculous comment ~ A lot of psychobabble blah. What a mishmash of nothing.

I like how much it reveals about you ... beautifully written

It is the reality of life...ever changing yet when we allow the same sort of people to enter our lives the results remain the same.

I love how you pour out your heart in many of your pieces.

Lovers so casually say "I would do anything for you ..." This girl actually would, a rare treasure.