Spontaneous Concoction #8 : Reflecting upon a Broken Love

Reflecting Upon A Broken Love

Some days I’m not sure

What I would do if you walked right through that door

Unknowing of how I’ll react

When once my love for you was just a simple

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Some days I’m moody or feeling depressed

The thought of you drives me to feeling obsessed

Ours is not love anymore

Wasn’t as if there was any before

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But it was nice to feel wanted

The aftershock of such leaves me haunted

My excuse, in the end was hollow

A pill too hard to swallow

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One that was empty of plunders

But full of negating consequences

I guess now that your innocence was a façade,

blinding me from your offences

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They told me I was too naïve to understand

The traits of a faulty man

One that would only leave in his wake, a trail of destruction

I was entirely engrossed in your clever seduction

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Now I am left here, alone, where this all began

Reflecting back upon my poorly constructed plan

My life, our love, is full of the memories of you

The memories I believed I would only grow used to

But these memories shall die with me

And leave the world

Free

Spontaneous Concoction #7: An Interrupted Ripple

An Interrupted Ripple

You make a motion to turn away

So I hold a deep breath prepared for the pain

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Nothing happens

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One foot in front of another

I wait, patiently for the shudder

But nothing happens, still I go for cover

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And yet, my world is still afloat

so, I wait patiently for the penetration of my deeply layered coat

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The view of your back, slowly receding

Not certain what I should be feeling

Nothing happens, but you’re leaving

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I’m sure you’re proud of your minutes of fame

Still, Nothing happens its all the same

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That’s how you’ve shown me

For the first time ever in history

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That I can live without you.

 

Spontaneous Concoction #6: Something

Something

Tell me something that I do not know

Therefore, I can know to live apart from sorrow

Tell me something of that secret kissing

So that I may smile when you’ve fallen missing

Tell me something of story’s past

So that I may believe our love to last

Tell me something of love together

To let me know that we are forever

Tell me something from your heart

To keep in mine while we’re apart

Tell me something you haven’t told

That we could laugh about when we’ve grown old

Tell me something – no – show me something for within

That reflects what I cannot see

and demonstrates your love to me

So that I know you love willingly

And ever is there a time apart

I will know you love me

Deep in your heart

During a Spontaneous Concoction, I noticed that I tended to write depressing poems, so I got an idea to write a poem about love; which is also my excuse for using repetition. I love me some repetition.

Spontaneous Concoction#5: Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

Like an island, a world utterly enclosed

Time so distant, it seems to slow

What shall I say to metamorphosis?

How should I think of change?

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Rules are meant to be broken

And yet, order and peace, a token

How shall I react to lawlessness?

Maybe it’s time for change

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The view of such actions are minimalized

But the results of events are yet to be realized

The moment when you feel your world spiral out of control

We now we have reached a common goal

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What do you say to metamorphosis?

My proposed idea is change

The thought of such may be strange

But a course of action can be arranged