Soaring High

A bad crush I suppose.

I love you like a flower loves water,

My heart flares in a fiery love.

It’s far too strong for me to carry on.

I ache for a simple kiss from those soft lips.

 

But alas at the same time I cry,

Because when times were hard,

You made them worse, unleashing your evil.

You cast me out into the dark alone.

 

I was too blind to see through your mask.

I see now you were born to hurt.

Collecting hearts and tearing them up,

Casting them into your pit of lava.

 

You cut me down like a bird on its branch.

I fell but I open my wings and swerved upwards;

Soaring high into the sky where you couldn’t get me.

Now you can’t make me cry anymore.

 

I’ve seen better days,

I’ve lived good stories,

Now you can’t creep in like a snake.

Now you can’t clip my wings.

 

Alas, I still crave your soft skin.

But I turn away in disgust at your black heart.

Reviews

[Allan Eddings]

How serendipitous, I was just writing a short little thing on the nature of love and you upload one that presents your own experiences. Marvelous.

I especially enjoyed the recurring theme of the narrator of the poem as being a bird, mayhap a phoenix rising so majestically? It was a good metaphor and one that I have not found used often on this site in relation to love, and being ever so a fan of unique things I like it all the more for that. The line "casting them into your pit of lava" struck me because it was unexpected. No mere fire then this pain but rather the raging heat of the very earth, destructive and burning with the heat of a fiery nova. But more so I loved the notion that emerging from this immersion in lava perhaps the heart emerged as obsidian, all beautiful, sharp and black? It was an image that I found playing in my mind as I read on, and then with your final line especially provoked my pleasure because of that.

As for the subject who has not suffered from the misapprehension of 'love' and such things? It is indeed a rite of passage, a painful, cruel one, yet nevertheless an essential one. I do enjoy that people take so many different lessons from the experience. My own conclusions are not what most approve of, I am afraid that I have concluded like Don Juan that there is no love except that which is short-lived and exceptional. Well I personally am not afraid though I use the phrase in deference to other's sense of propriety.

I cannot help but think that those who turn away from all personal life through such a "great love" as so many are wont to seek, enrich themselves perhaps but certainly impoverish those their love has chosen. A passionate lover, fawning over their beau or belle, is turned away from the world. They are a single emotion, a single creature, a single face, but all is devoured by this. My love disturbs me differently, and it liberates me. It brings with it all the faces of the world and its tremor comes from the fact that it knows itself to be mortal - my love knows it will end. But with each new love I experience, all those deaths and all those rebirths as it were, gathered together make up for me the flowering of life.

But I shall cease prattling on, and conclude as I begun that this is definitely one of your better works. And you can certainly see improvements. I do ever so love watching other writers evolve and develop, it makes my day so enjoyable. Oh and the second last stanza in this piece: a master stroke! Bravo!

Sincerely,
A.E.

[ShadowWalker]

i have seen some really amazing work on this site but this is my favorite by a distance..... you seem to have an ability to portray raw emotion, not an easy thing to do

kudos to you :)

[Lunny]

lovely ^^

[devon]

I really liked this! Loving someone who has hurt you time and time again, but yet you know you have to move on.

And you've put it all so wonderfully into this poem, too! Kudos to you. :)

[DreamWeaver 2154]

Brilliant work. Some that we love tend to hurt us the most, though they are sometimes the last to know. Brilliant.

[Lydia]

You have skill. I really like it.