"intruiging" poems
*I had a thought
A deep little thought
Some intruiging thought
The most beautiful thought
but then I forgot...*
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
She didn't want someone commonplace
She wanted an artist, a poet,
A singer, a dancer... just someone
More intriguing than her
Wandering, she met him one day
He, with a big mouth and the skill
To write like every ******* thing sings
A language that shakes her, startles her
Yet touches her soul at the same time
The way he talked instilled a warmth
She felt illuminated with true meaning
With beauty, with voices of creativity
So she followed his every syllable
Punctuated his pieces with love
Linked his figure of speeches
Swayed by his tide of words
She slid down the hill of literature
Of tales with happy endings
When one day, she wasn't his story
When she wasn't good enough
When he moved on to look for someone
More intriguing than her
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC
I see your fingers, delicately curved around her neck,
Your face intentingly staring at shadows only you can see.
Whether playing with swords or fists or feelings or words,
I see you were not the one to play with me.
I played myself, lost in loves intruiging realm
But was it love of him?
Maybe. Or love of self
I saw in him what I wished to see in me,
Determination and calm, eloquence through unease.
I saw loving yet firm hands
Unspoken care for the ones he loved.
But I never saw the beauty,
Never the emotion,
Never the secrets or times of fear or devotion.
Never who he truly was...
But rather... who I imagined him to be.
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I miss you so, but more than that,
Almost selfishly,
I miss then idea of who you were. Who you were to me.
Music, quiet, humor and intelligence
Not to mention, maturity, strength, and dilligence.
You just had to go add poetry.
But that was simply my idea
Of who you were to me.
Not the real person
The man you are, the man you were meant to be.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC