My Soul

My Soul

A Poem by VintageHottie
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This is what love has done to me.

"

It doesn't grow,

It's as empty as a vacant house,

It doesn't glow,

It's as cold as the furthest place south,

And I owe it all to you.

 

All my innocence was sucked dry,

Until your darkness overtook it completely,

With it all my faith was drained,

You made a mockery of the light inside me,

This should have taken an army to do,

But in the end it took only one, just you.

 

You're a sweet talking demon,

The Devil that branded my soul,

You're always in a constant state of leaving,

As long as you've satisfied your control,

I'll still have no one else to turn to.

 

Casting your shadow so that I can no longer see,

You leave me in the blackened abyss,

Laughing at the pitiful sight that's left of me,

Telling me, "There is nothing left of you to miss",

I fell to the bottom, broken and sobbing for you.

 

Why does it pain me so to see you leave?

The weight of being without you crashes against my chest,

All you have done is ridiculed me,

You are my one and only true love interest.

 

You may have been the evil one,

But now I am soulless too,

You may think that you have won,

But there is still something I must do.

 

For you have ripped my heart from me,

And for you I feel no pain,

So I crawled out from where you left me,

As your end flirted in my brain.

 

I walked towards you with my plan in mind,

You spun around to torment me some more,

I then placed a curse on you of the deadliest kind,

and sealed it by kissing the lips of my Amore.

 

The monster then vanished without a sound,

Leaving me for the first time, free,

I outstreched my arm and then fell to the ground,

Because without you there is no me.

 

For two soulless creatures need one another,

They are like two halves of one whole being,

Never being fully complete without their lover,

Like a bird that never learned to sing.

 

My death was quiet, serene and calm,

Without guilt or weight or pain,

Our bodies are bound and it won't be long,

Until I'm blissfully miserable with you again.

© 2009 VintageHottie


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I dislike the inability to review.
This is exceptionally fine writing, but the
subject matter draws a blank with me.

I realize it is not flattering. If I understood
a tenth of this poem I would gladly write
a critique.
It is somehow like an "inside joke". The casual
reader is an outsider and is not expected to
understand.

A very well written poem in which the writer
flagelates and demeans a character and herself.

My rating ---- 100 %

------ 'Eagle Cruagh

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Yes very moving and deeply compelling... I get it, the depth and articulation of your expressions makes it easy to feel the gravity of your words, tho they be filled with anguish, --consequences of love.
I think more could relate and understand than you may know - and there's nothing wrong with that.

The soul is easily hurt, yet can rise from the ashes like the Pheonix for a new journey!

Bravo!



Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow!! The expression and emotions really moved me!! Fantastic Job!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


All i got to say is wow.......thats moving on so many levels

Posted 14 Years Ago


Just lovely. It reminds me of Romeo and Juliet, tragic and haunting. Sometimes we are attracted to people who are not good for us, who would bring us pain and yet...we feel completely lost without them. Is this perhaps, the only type of love we have ever known? Who is to say? I know many people who feel trapped by the downward spiral that keeps them in painful relationships. I think this poem captures their feeling beautifully. Well done!

Posted 14 Years Ago


So many poems gather words that talk of the pain of love, the wrecking of the soul, and so many of your lines remind me of the pain love has caused me, and how we do feel bound to another soul even if its not good for our own soul, you wrote a very sad but beautiful, truthful piece. Love can be destructive, but hopefully the soul can remain unblemished if we gain strenght.

Posted 14 Years Ago


A psychiatrist might explain like this;
the more you fight it the stronger it gets.
The solution is to open yourself to the problem.
What is it that is so fascinating about the bad guy
in this story ?

You do not find him attractive, but there is something
that draws you back. Could it be your dependancy ?
You know the individual and there is comfort in that.
Too leave would be painful and you do not want to be
alone.

Is there another figure in your mind , a positive figure
that you could become reconciled to ? By finding another,
with other characteristics that you could idolize ?
Try it and find out if it will rid you of the demon.

------ Eagle Cruagh

Posted 14 Years Ago


I dislike the inability to review.
This is exceptionally fine writing, but the
subject matter draws a blank with me.

I realize it is not flattering. If I understood
a tenth of this poem I would gladly write
a critique.
It is somehow like an "inside joke". The casual
reader is an outsider and is not expected to
understand.

A very well written poem in which the writer
flagelates and demeans a character and herself.

My rating ---- 100 %

------ 'Eagle Cruagh

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All I can say is this was professional and well written. I enjoyed every line. So much insight... ks

Posted 14 Years Ago


We seem to have similar writing styles,well, at least it does to me! I loved this. Absolutely beautiful and I could feel the emotions in the words as I read it. Well done!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Im 25 and have been writing poetry since I could rhyme. I've had one poem published when I was 8 and that was pretty much it. I wrote my sorrow on paper and when I tried to turn my life around I.. more..

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