Baloola-I am tired of your dancing. Your dirty coat and it's dull sheen, Never reproved for the things you mean. You flash your grin like wet paint across wounds, I am freed from your spell, It is over at last. You thought I was a glove-puppet, Controlled by the gods you fear, You thought I was a kite, That would soar then crash. You passed your judgements way too fast. I pretended to love a part of you i saw in myself. I washed behind my ears, the way you prescribed But still I heard the voices. They offered me the truth, the only exit. To forget you... No! That would be senseless I would continue living marked by our connaissance. To acknowledge you... Would bring forth efforts I'd much rather reserve. The way a dam feels comfort, In the pressure it holds back. I will tack you to the inside of my heart, The throbbing of that lesson will remind me Always to keep myself to myself. If you ever manage to stand still, Listen to your voice... It is never easy to rid yourself of baggage, Even the holes embrace nostalgia like home. Sadly most of the passions of this life, We can never truly disown, Friendship.
Hey, thanks for sharing with everyone. I enjoyed these 2 stanzas the most. Quite a feeling passionate offering.
Thank you so much for your kind comment, yeah that was about the kind of friend u wish somtimes you could throw off a bridge but continues living with you like cigarette stench and high school paranoia hahahha anyways merci for that,
"Baloola-I am tired of your dancing. Your dirty coat and it's dull sheen, Never reproved for the things you mean. You flash your grin like wet paint across wounds, I am freed from your spell, It is over at last. You thought I was a glove-puppet, Controlled by the gods you fear, You thought I was a kite, That would soar then crash." This is wonderful! The first stanza reeled me in, and I was captivated all the way through. Thank you for bringing a breath of fresh air.
Thank you So Much for that really sweet reply, I don't get a chance as much as I used to, to write and post but you guys are really encouraging maybe i haven't lost it afterall heheheh thanks alot!
I like these kinds of poems. Ones that are about real things as opposed to the ones about how the sky looks at sunset or whatnot. Thats what I try to write about anyways. But why did you call it choix? French for choice... or something else?
cause it was frustrating plus i'm workin on my novel it's titled The Allumeuse and I have french roots and stuff and well i just felt it was a choix difficile and all thanks where can i read your works i love poetry that is realistic even tho im doin alot of confessional mixed with realism/romantiscm i tottally agree with you that realistic poetry is the most moving especially in our day and age. thanks alot for your post
