speaking in metaphor I impore you
lust coveted cannot ignite
what already smolders under the surface
decadent grim to behold your likeness but not to touch
sinister need, to reach in
deep into your soul
shadows cower and the moon grows bold
with looks of seduction, I hope to draw you further in
trapped in my own hell, you must enter of your own free will
at my behest, you are invited to greet me on the aether
hanging like great clouds about me
with a heaviness, that causes a head to hang
won’t you share it with me?
this dismal exitence
folly few dare to
in silence keep I amuse myself
walking in the mists a shrouded being
Oh! This is good, Brenda.
thank you graciously dearest Adagio good afternoon ❤️
Initially I get the feeling of a horror movie, as though Vincent Price were inviting us into his own darkness. By the end though it feels more hellish. More sinister, and more serious. This is a dark one Crimsin.
hello dearest Tim I know this is foreboding really I don’t know where the words come from I don’t stifle them or I get blocked thank you for commenting on the darkened offering ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. An excellent write with many layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously and I deeply appreciate you my friend ❤️
I haven’t read something that made me feel, “Wow, I feel EXACTLY like this to someone right now, nothing good could come of it, I don’t understand why I’d even draw them to me, I’ve nothing to offer, just darkness, and they’re made of light, so I’d blot them out.” This was like reading the words of my own heart, like, why, my friend, when you’re so, sooo high above me in every way would you ever want to drown in my bipolar type ii complex PTSD pit of despair! Don’t want me out of pity, you’ll regret it, and how will you ever find the Mr. Right you so deserve when you’re spending all your time and energy on the Mr. Wrong that I am?? Oh, gosh, did this ever hit me right in my chest… an amazing write, Crimsin. I feel like you snuck up to my metaphorical house and peeked in the window and saw EVERYTHING that is going on!! Crazy, but in the best sort of way!!!
hello dearest poet it’s funny the things I write about this I feel I’m bi polar and dark as well…I don’t know why anyone would be drawn to me it is heavy of feeling around me and I feel things deeply…I hope it works out with your interest…thank you graciously for reading me and sharing with me ❤️
It was definitely my gain, it made me feel understood when since I’ve been back in Canada from Polska, and before that Ukrayina, I’ve felt the very antithesis of understood. I would never wish ill (of course!!) on anyone, but if it is any consolation, your pain became my gain. My friend and I wrote a joint-poem considering things back and forth and forth and back. I’m meeting her in Halifax on Friday for a week, so I guess maybe we’ll see or maybe it will go back to this ball of confusion by the 24th again. Thank you for you good wishes for me, for us. I’m glad you don’t mind me spilling me guts on your poem, but it just engaged me emotionally SO much my filter and and any shyness just melted clean away off of me, you know? I’m so glad you commented on my poem today, and accepted my friend’s request, too. Yesterday and tomorrow are anniversaries most grim, but you made today a good day sandwiched between them, thank you, you are a gem to me.
you’re more than welcome and ps I have no filter it gets me trouble a lot lol 😊