My ConfidantWe are two infinitesimal beings originating from the multitudes. You see yourself as less than nothing, an extreme latitude, whereas I, in my arrogance, see myself as far superior, a consciousness in no way altruistic or humble.My Confidant
Yet, life's comical plot would have us lured into great want of the other's word. I speak to you now through neither tongue nor missive, but rather the ignoble device which has numbed the masses.
You find me cordial, with my attentive fascination, but face to face, a victim of castration. You are ignorant of my attempts to dazzle you, with
The Fall Of PoetryI'm sick of poems today, 'cause people have nothing to say. All they write about is love, a subject which they know nothing of. They write of their relationship, a quid pro quo, with the intellectual equivalence of a kid's tv show. They write about betrayal, jealousy, kindness and greed, and about the lover they dream of, the lover they need. Should the writer bother to rhyme, rest assured there's no rhythm or time. I do not always employ each attribute, but to forget them completely, or label them minute, would be to deny most poetry it's full potential. The word iThe Fall Of Poetry
The Misinterpretation of a ConThe methodical disarrangement of a system in it's quintessential state, is an abominable act performed merely to attract a mate. One might suppose such a scenario to be true, a simple answer to a conditioned view. Youthful rebellion is blamed on such unfocused desperation for the maturing touch. A fundamental need to be strong and tough, an insatiable desire where nothing's enough. To make distinguished through skillful brawling, and to prove one's self in one's true calling. But our youths are the ones with a conditioned mind, conditioned of course by their own kind. ForThe Misinterpretation of a Con
SymbioticOur relationship is unhealthy, it's true. Mere symbiosis will never do. For while you reap the fruits of our dear friendship, I'm starved on the scraps that I tear from your lip. So I'm writing this poem just for you, in hopes that we may start anew. It's really just a thought though, for the truth is, I know, that the only love that's shown, is mine and mine alone. So while the rhyming is not good, and the lack of insight is understood, it's to let you know that you're adored, and I expect my advances to be ignored. I know our relationship is at it's end, &nbSymbiotic
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"My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all...No one else can ever possess my heart - never...Oh continue to love me
~Katie
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