Weak poetry, The Kiss Of Death.
A poem I just wrote, I’ve been so pissed off, and am I so done with feeling violated. All it was, was a kiss, but it was the emotion built up from so many years. It took time to tumble back down. Not one of my best poems, and possibly not intellectually stimulating, but it means a lot to me.
The Kiss Of Death
and clenching, I hold in vain
these shaking hands
spitting out your name
Thinking of my love
that was taken
purely though jealously
and laced with resentment
With a hopeless touch
that I’ll now never receive.
One of which I never wanted to lose
this touch, I never had the lust
I was too fond of us
and too fond of you
to ruin it with such a nasty heart
The bliss was too much
a mountain that I climbed too high
too caught up in the feeling
my arms stretched just a little too wide
With ice was like ecstasy just slipping through my fingertips
I never knew the cold
could provide such warmth
up in these high mountains
But only a fool dances on the mountain
my toes soon lost grip
the destiny I thought I saw
was just an awful trip
Falling was the next part
and it seemed that time was moving too fast
my eyes stayed closed too long
and I wish this fall had last
The grass wasn’t greener
and I never thought it to be
but at the bottom on the mountain
I found this knowledge tree
I thought it might fix my problems
I thought it would help me see
but we never learn from our mistakes
so I cut down the tree
It never provided me with its fruit
so I slashed down the branches
and pulled up its roots
Now I’m left with a hole
the size of knowledge itself
and my shaking hands
decided steady by themselves
as I became to realize,
the magnitude of what I had done
Your name started to fade away
and my shoulders started to sag
I wish I never let you steal
that soft part of me, that day
I wish I would of held up strong
I wish you never kissed me
I wish you just took time and thought,
Thought, before you killed me.
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@mentalkink, I’m not much of a poetry connoisseur but I think this is an absolutely beautiful poem. My one comment is about this line “but we never learn from our mistakes”. I disagree with this, and will answer with another quote. “The fool who persists in his folly will become wise”. – Alan Watts.
It sucks you had to experience such emotion.. But it was clearly for the best. Keep up the great work!
@alanwatts, Yeah that line was basically laced with irony and resentment. Truly I do believe we always are learning from our experiences; and especially from our mistakes.
That line i wrote was about the knowledge, and how I knew that the destruction of my own knowledge “my knowledge tree” was not the answer, but I did it anyways. Looking back, Its a reflection of my characteristics when I get down, I’m fairly educated – as so many of us are – but when I get down I don’t think logically, and I don’t use my head. And in return scorn myself for this.
“You see, many of the troubles going on in the world right now are being supervised by people with very good intentions whose attempts are to keep things in order, to clean things up, to forbid this, and to prevent that. The more we try to put everything to rights, the more we make fantastic messes. Maybe that is the way it has got to be. Maybe I should not say anything at all about the folly of trying to put things to right but simply, on the principle of Blake, let the fool persist in his folly so that he will become wise”. – Alan Watts.
I’ve seen this quote before actually, and i like it :)
It speaks of a kind of living life, and not getting caught up in what you would believe to be foolishness. Also not to judge others seemly making foolish decisions, because they will learn, and we will all learn through it.
Thank you from your reply, it was very kind !