~bleached out blue jeans and James Dean

~bleached out blue jeans and James Dean

A Poem by Frieda P
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just some eye candy for the girls ;)

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Bleached out blue jeans
     and broken dreams,
ripping at the seams of my soul
   as you strutted your stuff,
unraveled in lusty affection's turn
torn apart of faded intentions
   inky patches of forget-me-knots
in dyed midnight illusions
     tied to the darkly hue'd' requiem
     of your rogue stylish charms 
killer looks and James Dean appeal
  left me stranded and hooked
     in your game of gangsta's paradise
unbuttoned of chain'd denial
  my heart's anticipation of big dreams
out of rhythm'd time pacin' to an
          old burning promised dance
no rhyme left in 'til the end of time'


© 2014 Frieda P


Author's Note

Frieda P

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Ha, you want me to review THIS Mrs.R? ;P First off, yes, I know you're having fun, don't worry...I have this vision of your forehead going right to your palm when you see that question...but I'll be honest, if anyone else besides you wrote this, I'd be swiftly moving on to the next poem...this will be ironic if I get the first review in, insanely ironic if it's the featured one...I'm giggling just thinking about that actually haha ...still it probably won't surprise you that line two is my favourite, and the last line is absolute money...I wonder if my character from that elevator poem is anything like this ;P Nicely done my dear...I wanna go buy some jeans now..xo

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

OMG This site...for the third time, let's try this response Mrs.R: Yep, instant karma got me ;) x
Frieda P

9 Years Ago

I know, it's even worse than usual....see, what your step Benji. ;) x



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Eye candy? James Dean was definitely a bad boy, but I don't know about eye candy. I'm more of a Russell Crowe fan, myself. I always thought James Dean was sort of a spoiled brat. However, that did not detract in any way from this musical epiphany of yours. Beautiful write, my friend! I did love the first two lines. You had me at 'bleached out blue jeans'...By the way...did I thank you for the gift of this one? You offered it to the girls like a bone to some hungry dogs....appropriate, don't you think? Thanks again, Frieda!

Posted 9 Years Ago


i wanna be that guy .. love James Dean .. such a sad sad and tragic story ... and great video .. watch out for the crocodile man!
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Eye candy for sure! The feeling of melting into a touch within this piece is apparent, and the imagery was muy buen. Well done.


Posted 9 Years Ago


Oh, what a bad boy this one is. So worthy of eye candy. Can eat this one all day, purrr. Real cool, fantastic job with this piece. Who doesn't lust after the faded blues, James Dean of guy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


You were obviously putty in those hands lol.The rebel without a cause. I remember with Brando when a girl asked what are you rebelling from He said Whatta ya got lol

Posted 9 Years Ago


the title drew me in and the poem did not let me down....the fool's paradise....falling for the bad boy...heartbreak..but worth the faded jeans to experience the heat.

Posted 9 Years Ago


What fun - enjoyed this bit of eye candy before dinner, but it certainly did not spoil my appetite! ;)

Posted 9 Years Ago


I'll push it, just
jeans
make the day
loose or tight
Blue,
faded away,
To a dream built for time....

Posted 9 Years Ago


Eye candy for sure, great great write!
Love that look and teeny but of attitude.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I feel like I just been to the movies and took a ride on an Oscar winner, great writing but do you ever do anything else....no I don't think you do.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 6, 2014
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Tags: blue jeans, James Dean, gangsta, paradise, anticipation, hooked, rhythm, rhyme, end of time

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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