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Prized Object

Prized Object

A Poem by Lalli
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This poem, I think calls out through expressing the reality of what MANY people doing pertaining to womanizing, promiscuity, and its gaining in social acceptance.

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Prized Object
By: Lalli

I will never again charcoal the flesh of another’s heart

 

I REFUSE TO HURT ANOTHER WOMAN

 

Another rib taken for granted

While a silk dress falls from shoulder less straps

My once Idol hands caress devils skin

Too hot to touch

 

This void seeks more emptiness

Darkness is my playground

Unfulfilling urges palpitate to a surface not ready for the light of day

Dust, settles as the dead skin of my past victims

Lying in the cemetery of threaded sheets

 

My room, turned into a sauna but my breathe exhales with icy chill

Passion, generates sweat from the friction of our skin

This is savage

Primitive instinct thrusts this heated night into overdrive

Without care of whether she really understood me when I said,

“I am not looking for a relationship”

 

It never mattered though

Not to me at least

I wonder, If she could have seen projected like the rolling film’s reel the played out scenes of my real intentions would she still be grabbing frantically at these sheets?

Would her screams continue to be in sync with my movements?

If she only knew, she was nothing more than a prized object of the night?

 

Why am I asking these questions when I already know the answer?

 

It’s so easy to fill pain with pleasurable feelings

I’ve realized I was only cycling pain by not reciprocating but rejecting her feelings

Without excuse I quit using my brain and let testosterone make decisions for me

Now I’m all alone,

With conviction preaching guilty sermons through and through me

 

Darkness is no longer my playground when demons of integrity begin cursing with blame

When STD questions begin to rule my domain

The emptiness of this black hole grows stronger as I realize I used her so badly I never even listened when I asked her, her name

When all along I just wanted to say,

I’m sorry, I know this is harsh I hope you can forgive me but you are just a temporary replacement

 

I wish you could understand that my heart is encased with the scars of burnt flesh

 

I handed it to a human torch

 

It now resides in an arctic region and I’ve become numb with frostbitten valves

My senses are dead from experiencing opposite extremes and I was hoping you could stimulate some sort sensation

Any sort of sensation

But I realize observation on my part should have seen the open wounds bleeding in your eyes,

You’ve been hurt too

It seems I’ve turned into the monster that mangled me

So I apologize, for the pain I’ve caused you.”

 

See, that was a younger me,

I am a man who no longer subscribes to these promiscuous ideologies

Because we need to recognize and take ownership in society

That we’ve begun viewing women as meat and the harder we pound them the more tender they get

 

Charades’ of questionable intention mascaraed this game

Delicate spirits tip toe around trust

Shattering confidence and abolishing self-worth

 

Sexual exploitation breeds pain that beauty is a curse

 

So sealed lips keep laughter captive 

Because remember player,

Every soul desires the companionship of love

And in the end,

When that time comes

The jokester will always be a part of the joke


© 2017 Lalli


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Dear Lalli,

I'm sorry, My Friend, if my absence has caused you to neglect WC as I have neglected your writing. You are an excellent writer and we are diminished by your absence.

This is a spectacular write. Sorry I didn't review this sooner.

The opening line:

"I will never again charcoal the flesh of another’s heart"

Itself is worth the price of admission. Powerful, My Friend. I wish we could all live by this. It is a powerful message and I know you feel it from your heart. Very potent.

Come back, My friend, and grace us with your writing. We miss you. I certainly do.

All my best wishes and I hope you and your loved ones are well.

Kindest regards,

Rick

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lalli

7 Years Ago

Rick,

I appreciate your kind words! I would be lying if I said it didn't make me smile.. read more
Rick Puetter

7 Years Ago

Oh, Lalli,

I'm so glad to receive a reply, and I couldn't be happier to hear your words.. read more



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Dear Lalli,

I'm sorry, My Friend, if my absence has caused you to neglect WC as I have neglected your writing. You are an excellent writer and we are diminished by your absence.

This is a spectacular write. Sorry I didn't review this sooner.

The opening line:

"I will never again charcoal the flesh of another’s heart"

Itself is worth the price of admission. Powerful, My Friend. I wish we could all live by this. It is a powerful message and I know you feel it from your heart. Very potent.

Come back, My friend, and grace us with your writing. We miss you. I certainly do.

All my best wishes and I hope you and your loved ones are well.

Kindest regards,

Rick

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lalli

7 Years Ago

Rick,

I appreciate your kind words! I would be lying if I said it didn't make me smile.. read more
Rick Puetter

7 Years Ago

Oh, Lalli,

I'm so glad to receive a reply, and I couldn't be happier to hear your words.. read more
Ouch. Not laughing at the punchline :D Shelving this one in favorites. Also thinking of penning a retort of sorts :D Thank you for this one ten times over.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lalli

7 Years Ago

I'm curious to hear if this ever happened :)

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Added on April 7, 2012
Last Updated on October 12, 2017
Tags: sex, vulnerability, love, pain, rejection, player, womanizing, promiscuous, sexuality, self actualization, epiphany, truth

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Lalli
Lalli

Phoenix, AZ



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It takes one voice, one passion, and one heart to create a positive existence in anothers life Lalli is an awareness/performance poet in Phoenix, AZ with a unique creative use of off-.. more..

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