by Robdar 9 Replies latest social entertainment
For just a moment your face contorted
And I saw the hatred behind your eyes.
The spark I mistook as proof of your love
Was only desire for my demise.
My love, how is it that I did you wrong?
I'm guilty only of being myself.
Perhaps this hatred was yours all along
But you confused its heat for something else.
My heart has hardened to your well-timed blows.
Once your lies cut me deeply--to the quick.
I no longer weep because now I know
Your blue eyes sparkled while your mouth spewed shit.
Robdar,
What is going on. . . are you okay?
Much love,
ESTEE
Robdar:
Wooo I hope this is just artistic expression or I will have to kick someones butt for you
Estee , Sheila ,
Thank you for your concern. I am just letting off steam and will be okay.
Love yas,
Robyn
Excellent poem Robdar. Your work expresses much feeling and passion.
Athanasius
Athan
Thank you for your kind review.
Love,
Robyn
You make beautiful poems Robyn. This one remined me of one of my favorite songs by Alanis:
I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on your in a theater
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
'Cause the love that you gave that we made
wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
Chorus:
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her
'Cause the love that you gave that we made
wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're sill alive
Repeat Chorus
'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it
Hope you're okay. Kisses.
Hey..... I have blue eyes...... hmmmm
Animal
This is pure talent Robyn. You should send them to a publisher.
To anyone else, for what its worth, when an artist writes they are seldom reflecting their own feelings but capturing the emotions attatched to the subject they are writing bout, whether it be happiness, sadness, death, grief, joy, confusion etc. If the person has captured those emotions they are an artist. Thats what an artist does. If its a poem or a song I would see it as being just that, and wouldnt assume the writer is going through the emotions they have captured in the words. Its all in the art.
An artist can write the saddest songs when they are feeling happy, and write the happiest songs when they are feeling sad. Tis a skill, a talent, an art.
Brummie
Viv
I think that "Jagged Little Pill" was one of the best cds ever and "You Oughta Know" is probably my favorite song from the CD. I loved the write like Alannis thread that you posted yesterday.
I am glad you liked my poem, Viv. Thank you for posting.
Hey..... I have blue eyes...... hmmmm
Animal, you do? I should have known it, you hearbreaker on a Harley!
I can't wait to meet you next week. Thanks for posting.
can write the saddest songs when they are feeling happy, and write the happiest songs when they are feeling sad.
Brummie
Thank you for explaining that. You are so right. I came up with the last line as a phrase 10 years ago. My sister has been after me to put it in a poem since then. Yesterday was finally the time. Hehe, after 10 years I finally write it and I put the wrong title in the subject line because I got distracted. I can't find an edit feature to fix it. Ugh!! The poem's proper name is "Liar".
I am pleased that you like my poem, Brummie. You should post some of your lyrics sometimes. You are quite talented at writing and should share some of your songs with the forum.
Thanks for posting.
Love yas,
Robyn
