A Poem by ChemicalMadness

stretching to touch
and my fingers
move paper

grasping to taste
what you 
  used to 
          give me

left underneath
     and i

what is it
to feel no more


it’s not we
      the conquered

it’s not ours -
this late night

     it’s not collective -
     this consciousness

is it mine 

these marathon emotions
this stillness
     (surely ours)
          begs plaintive

     how did we arrive

© 2014 ChemicalMadness

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Death of a relationship, in your own unique style...those words say it all. It's always perplexing how we go from being lovers to strangers in a mere beat it seems.

grasping to taste
what you
used to
give me

Posted 4 Years Ago

I felt this, Chem. There are many things that remain unexplained to me. And one of the great mysteries is how two people, in so much love, can squander something so special. I know, desires wane, alliances shift. That thing called ego. But then, the alternative is too ugly for this R poet to contemplate. It might mean, that the best thing that can ever happen to a human being might be completely random, with sad short life spans, and indeed be only ... a chemical reaction... Loyalty and truth, though, I still believe can offset that.

Well done, CM.

Posted 4 Years Ago

i really like this....and i see it on a larger scope...yes, it can be a relationship that lost its pull, between two people...

but i also relate to this on a different level....what happened to the momentum of the sixties..such movement, now, such apathy...
we've lost that pull, also.

Posted 4 Years Ago

It can be bewildering how everything changes and we don't see it until it's too late to ask "how did we ever get to here?" You have a great opening stanza that depicts the feeling of helplessness perfectly. Good to see you writing again. No, I'm not back. I just dropped by to respond to someone. Penny

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on August 31, 2014
Last Updated on August 31, 2014



Hopefully you find something in some of my words here...If not, there is beauty in the music (which is not mine, clearly). Listen....always listen. more..


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