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(Long Free Verse)
What a monster
you are, kid.
You stabbed me
in the back,
twisted the kife.
I just watched
as my crimson
love grew over
the linoleum floor.
I lifted my
gaze to your
soft splattered hands
as if you
snatched a galaxy--
Stole it from
my star-struck
expression as if
you were god
and I a
flower just waiting.
A single rose
waiting to be
picked from the
millions of tattered,
stepped on beauties,
patiently awaiting your
gentle, loving grip,
to lift them
away from this
burning hell of
a world and
carry them to
your precious castle
of hope, dreams,
and a future.
Oh but hey,
What a monster
you are, kid.
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I dont like to add words to my poems or art because I like to leave it up for interpretation. If you dont want to read a decent sized paragraph of how i came about the details for this poem, then please skip to the bottom for one more... food for thought, I guess :). This is the only peotic piece I'm proud enough of to put out there, and is the only one that I like to explain.
I originally wrote this because I was bored and I thought of what I thought was a good title. Before I start writing I usually think of how I want to present it. In this I knew I wanted to have it start with 2 lines/stanza and work up. The first stanza has 2 lines, then 3 lines, then 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8 lines, then goes to 1 then 2 lines again. After sitting and thinking, I decided to write about the person I love most in this world...my ex. I first described how they hurt me and slowly changed my opinion and compared them to a god, or a product of what a god would make, being a flower(because they influenced a lot of my life-changing decisions :/). Then I wanted to compare myself to the other people in this persons life (partners after me or other people who like them) by including myself (a single rose) waiting just like the others. I made sure to use the words "tattered, stepped on" to described how many of the people attracted to them were hurt by them or past relationships(including me). I dont know about other people, but when I texted or Facetimed this person, the rest of the world didnt exist and I was in what I described as a "precious castle" and followed that with specifically the word "future" because thats all I wanted all along(a future with them). And to conclude this depressing description, I ended with a self relization moment by saying "oh but hey," and repeating the original thought.
I would like to mention that this poem was typed and "published" in my schools poetry book we made in a club and is plain black lettering on a blank white background because I stress the importance of not including pictures with certain poems, especially if you want people to have their own perception/thoughts... in other words I don't want people to get the story just by looking at a picture, I would like readers to visualize the meaning on their own. :)
Submitted - 10/16/2018; 10:20pm