I mean... You're posting about it ain't cha?
You can't not care about something then put energy into in, unironically.
I mean... one CAN. As you've just aptly displayed, but you negate the whole point in the process.
Then again... irony.
And the grasping of that concept.
Funny thing that...
Welcome to the madness of those who think they are sane. ;)
Been years since I've written.
Perhaps my ability
to color with words
I'd use has dwindled.
That is... Even now I would
write you a poem to paint you
into the world in
which I already see you.
That what I see and value,
still hold meaning to me despite our silence.
I very rarely close doors.
That you've known.
Insult me no further if your
Silence you'll own.
Should mine be the slight,
Then allow me, my might
To settle up distance
and grant me the spine of the tome.
From the largest of libraries,
that you'll ever perceive.
Under dustiest mites, between
Hidden my words are.
Its true, they may be
Olden and trite. Misused
And laid free.
An ocean of paper,
A cartographer needs.
And bottomless inkwells
my heart does it bleed.
And you a creature, no more Than your name. The angelic demon, that i need'nt tame.
Woeful your silence, but presence still bared. Bitterless sweet, whatever moments were there'd.
And there lies the agony
The very moments I feared.
So ill draw you your world as my eyes would it see...
And maybe... just maybe..
your memory, might merely...
As always, your soul brushes are fricken amazing!
Thanks. Hmm hmm... I didn't think too many read my poems anymore.
I have read your work thru the years. The way you infuse the very core of your being into your writing, transcends time. You are one of the few artists that when read, one can feel the emotions as your words come to life. It is indeed a lost art. Don't ever stop writing, as your poetry is extraordinary. Thank you for gifting us with them through the years:)
I deeply thank you. I'm glad you're able to enjoy what I try to illustrate with my emotions. Oftentimes, this is the only outlet, rare as I may ever use it. Really thank you.
Someone once said to me they were unsure if i was a bad person or not.
I told them, that if they didn't know, then they needed to remove me from their life.
That person, proceeded to exit and reenter my life in increasing bouts of absence. Reaching up to years between interactions. To tell me, they were still unsure about me at the end of each of those interactions. This past May, was the last... Using both a dream, and the death of a mutual close friend as the broach...
And here I am now. Licking my wounds still.
I don't even know why I wrote this.
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