Your laughter
Evolves my heart
Adapts it for every inner condition
Your laughter
Evolves my heart
Adapts it for every inner condition
Forget the sensuous rhythms, the candlelit flows
The flame-drenched language
and the exaggerated escapades
Forget the masterful forms, the dreamy refrains
The count of lines and stanzas
and the elaborate rhyming schemes
Forget the scathing irony, the fanciful similes
The absolutely astonishing alliteration
and the mind-blowing metaphors
Forget all that glitter and just keep the gold
A poem isn’t a poem
Unless it’s about you
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Here’s also the first version of this poem, which I’ve been working on for too long.
A poem is not a poem
On the page
Unless it’s about you
Though it may feel and look
Like some poetry
It’s not the same
Every word decays
In my candlelit mind
Unless it’s about you
Often lines and stanzas
Go astray, too, when
A poem is not a poem
Because there is no prose
Or even rhyme
Unless it’s about you
And in my heart and
On the page
A poem is not a poem
Unless it’s about you
I’m missing my yin
No longer am I at peace
Just i n p
i
e c
e
s
Drifting slowly away from light
Half my soul has departed
If yin is earth darkness cold
Why do I feel colder since you left?
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Thanks to Bree Leto for writing the companion piece to this. Check “Yang” out here: https://secretthoughtswithin.com/2021/07/03/yang
As if I’m the moon
I shine when and only when
I reflect the twinned light of you
Only your voice makes
Dirty words sound clean
You kinda love me in a fucked-up way
The way you love me I could never stay
I sorta knew that it would go this way
I never really thought you would stay
I’m just a puppet in your master plan
Had me eating out the palm of your hand
I even wanted to be your man
Nobody else could ever understand
You kinda left me in this fucked-up state
Took for granted everything I gave
If it meant something I cannot say
Our love was always doomed for the grave
You kinda want me in this fucked-up way
Even though you have no plans to stay
It’s kinda crazy how it goes this way
You love so much and then it fades away
It’s kinda funny how it goes this way
You love so much and then they never stay
You love so much and then they never stay
You love so much and then they go away
I loved you so much but you did not stay
I loved you so much but you went away
I love you so much but you would not stay
You broke my heart when you left that day
Nobody else should ever feel this pain
Nobody else should ever feel such pain
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This song went from a very upbeat sounding song to more of a slow song with only four chords repeating, which reiterates the cycle of loss. It’s interesting to try writing something out of your comfort zone. Sometimes trying a different artistic medium opens your mind up to higher creative endeavors. If you can: try to do something totally different with your next piece. Thanks for reading and listening!
This
Was
Supposed
To
Be
The
First
Poem
Not
About
You
Since you’ve been gone
I’m avoiding words
Most of all poems
Can’t wrap my hand around a pen
And advocate the heavenliness of love
When I’ve been forcefully converted
To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
i breathe it in
soul-heartedly rejoice
soak in its turbulent waves
thankful for every ache
what a remembrance!
to know that i’m here
that i am still of this Earth
So maybe I haven’t eaten since you left
And you’ve been gone for seven weeks
Though right now I’m trying to focus on
The mathematical side of things
Two negatives make a positive
https://insanitymisunderstood.com
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-