She Without Romance

[RisingPhoenix]

Okay you may think me bitter
But I feel I am the sweetest of the sweet
I am what you may call surprisingly unique
I have accepted all that has happened
I have taken it all in in stride
My heart has been broken
It is a project
A work in progress
But still I will not hide
Now who's that at the door?
No tell them to go away
What are they snooping around for?
My heart is yet to be repaired
And I doubt that's what they are here for
That is not why they stare
For they can't see the heart
They drink in the curves
I try to look them in the eyes when I speak
They don't even hear my words
They're too busy trying to feel upon my thighs
If they were more perceptive
They could see I have a whole in my chest
I'm a work in progress at the moment
I feel nothing but numbness
I'm apathetic if you will
You can if you want, if you will, I don't care
Fall off a cliff if you dare
The new me will not forewarn you.
Without a heart my conscience does not work properly?
It is a key component of my character
So here I am with a cocktail of klonopin, tegretol, and wellbutrin.
I have duct tape and gorilla glue at the ready
I am trying to piece together my heart.
My friends always admired my resillience
Only I think they gave me the strenght to keep trying for love.
Yet, love is fading off the face of this planet.
The fortunate few that have found it need to be thankful everyday
For I have finally figured it out that it was not meant for me.
It was said that all the world is a stage
If we all truly have our parts then I was cast as the girl that romantic love missed.
The girl with the broken heart.

[John Reid]

Once again another beautiful poem. They would make good songs too if you can find someone to set them to music.

[John Reid]

Once again another beautiful poem. They would make good songs too if you can find someone to set them to music.

[John Reid]

Once again another beautiful poem. They would make good songs too if you can find someone to set them to music.

[John Reid]

Once again another beautiful poem. They would make good songs too if you can find someone to set them to music.

[John Reid]

Well first I couldn't get it to post my response and now 4 of them show up and I can't seem to delete them. I love computers.

[John Reid]

Well first I couldn't get it to post my response and now 4 of them show up and I can't seem to delete them. I love computers.

[John Reid]

Well first I couldn't get it to post my response and now 4 of them show up and I can't seem to delete them. I love computers.

[Omen]

I remember when we were young…looks were everything. It was, find the ‘pretty girl’ and find the ‘fine girl’. The idea was to get the good looking girl first then find love second. When it came to us guys, it was, ‘get a nice car’ and ‘get a lot of money’. The emphasis on being a gentleman has only dwarfed by ‘NOT’ falling in love.

As the years passed, it left many in our generation, ‘tainted’ and scarred by Hope lost. This is what this poem has brought back to my forefront of realization. When we were young, falling in love was easy… staying in love was difficult. Now, it seemed that falling in love is unwelcomed and at the most… approached with trepidation, while staying in love is not expected… and so, there is always a preparedness for it fail and one to leave.

Loyalty, trust, and faith are no longer best friends hanging in the same crew in this new age of love.

The world is global now… there are just too many more people to meet online… or sadly, on Facebook.

When I read this poem, it ripped me from the shallowness of today and shared an intimacy, denied, into yesterday. I reminded me that new world jargon could still be rivaled by old-world words, as well as old-world feelings. It reminded me, where hurt resides and what our current acts of shallowness can’t fix.

Getting old sucks, sometimes… but, I will be dang if the wisdom provided by it is not invited.

Great poem!

-Omen

[RisingPhoenix]

Thank you John Reid. I appreciate it. I did write some lyrics for some of my brothers raps alas he put them to the side when he got married and I don't know if he is going to pick that back up right now. Someone did set some jazz as back ground music while I read but I found it distracting so I guess I would have to write and someone would have to revamp it into music but I am completely stubborn when it comes to changing my words or thoughts because each words is ripped directly from my soul. Omen I now understand long ago what a close friend meant by finding myself first. Because now I have completely shut out everything. When someone asks me out I begin to hyperventilate and I feel ill. There is love present but the fear of of letting someone in is so great that I find every excuse not to. It's just not time yet. I don't know when it ever well be. There needs to be a Vegas Strip sign sent from the heavens pointing down on a man with God's seal of approval for me to even go near him. The world love has taken on a new meaning and friends has too. Chill is not a temperature anymore. Meet up and hook up means sex. I am so lost with all of this. I need a Thesaurus because I may give someone the wrong idea. Thank you again