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   blind love,,

The Boy

~THE  BOY~        

I can not see the boy..
I can not feel the boy..
The boy who stands in front of me..
I want to open his eyes!
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
I see pass his lies!
Surrounded by the stupidity of everyone..
Indulged by the sea ~ Of only me
He sees no waves ~ He feels no waves

This boy can not see me..
This boy can not feel me..
This boy who holds me in his arms..
Screams are hidden in the corners of my mind..
I do not wants to be seen..
He does not want to be felt..
Sadly I found him ~ and he found me
I use to refused at every opportune moment
Slightly in one fall
He fell ~ I fell
In front, is all i'm left to say..
The mirror he blocked
The mirror I blocked
We both look in ~
The vision ~ only goes one way
With my broken heart
With his broken smile
We gazes at the world around,
and realizes it has no eyes..
Selfish pride ~ Selfish needs
Life has been broken
"SO MANY TIMES!"
"SO MANY TIMES!"
He chooses not to care
I choose not to see
Some where in there I loath love,
and still he took me and shook me..
He made me see ~

But still  I choose not to see
I will never win!
That boy  took me by surprise,
and yet he's the one that opened my eye's
INSTEAD!

by; p.d.

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Skat A February 4, 2016 at 10:46 PM about a boy **SKAT**

Robin Davis May 8, 2014 at 8:58 AM PD What an intense and deep poem full of emotional pain and despair. Very chilling and eerie. Thank you for the nice comment on my Cowboys poem.

Jack Horne March 13, 2012 at 3:00 PM Thought provoking piece, PD

John Aaron Green December 4, 2011 at 9:30 PM wow,,,some men do act that way,,,i wouldnt know,,,lol,,,just kidding,,,i have been one of those im sure,,,,great poem,,,,,,sometimes you dont know what you got till its gone,,,but we should know and not ever forget it....

Dinda Minardi October 27, 2011 at 10:08 AM I like the concept of not belong to each other but don't wanna be alone... Everyone can relate, I bet... Especially for us, women :)

Robert Johnson October 24, 2011 at 10:12 AM He and she within one soul. In one reflection you become whole. The truth is all we have to own. No need to let it shake you to the bone.

Elizabeth Wesley October 21, 2011 at 9:41 AM This shakes me PD. There are givers and takers in love. Hard to fathom why the givers are so unappreciated. Been there so many times and never learned to walk away unscathed.

Anne Rutherford October 14, 2011 at 6:01 PM You had me mesmerized PD with this poem, so glad it ended the way it did. Great writing .Anne.

Journey Mcknight October 12, 2011 at 3:20 PM Amen. It happens.... :) then why do they hate you after they open your eyes? puzzling world. signed, geek

Andrea Dietrich October 11, 2011 at 3:43 PM Irma, I am glad the "boy" has made you "see" and I hope it stays good forever! He sounds like a real keeper, hon. I enjoyed this one for it being so easy to read and heartfelt. Luv, Andrea (I'm gonna try in the near future to find recent poems of yours I may not have seen. I keep thinking I have seen all your poems, but I know there must be some that I still have not ever read!)

Jl Sadberry October 7, 2011 at 2:00 PM Smile, *^_^* “Tis A Bit Cold Out Today But, Nice & Warm Near Your Beauties Hearts Fire Spoken From This, Its Treasures Place My Dear, Precious & Priceless & Beautiful Linda! *^_^* I Was Considering Such A Light-Filled Thought Just The Other Day *^_^* Sooo Many Blessings Can Be Found Within Another *^_^* Especially, If Love Becomes The Voice, My Beautiful Dear *^_^* Tis A Fave, From The Depths of Precious!” === My Love, Always, Jasper *

M.I.A . October 5, 2011 at 10:25 PM This is an excellent portrait of love lost and found PD. I liked the silent 'scream' that seemed to keep building up in this poem. thanks for stopping by. always

Prince Ekpemandu October 5, 2011 at 3:30 PM interesting piece i must say my dear....fantastic...i love it...one of the best i have read so far this night

Michelle Campbell October 3, 2011 at 3:10 PM Love this poem. Thank you for commenting on "Life"

Constantin Severin October 3, 2011 at 3:11 AM A strong expressionistic poem, an impressive cry of the adventure of looking for the Other and mirroring in his Self...

Judy Ball October 2, 2011 at 5:45 PM WoW! This one is very deep. I get the picture of two people who see the child in each other. The lonely, sad, scared, angry little kid. Good stuff here. God Bless, JB

Karl Marszalowicz October 2, 2011 at 1:10 AM "I loath love" as well, this poem is majorly lovable though because it dares to speak of imperfect love if I'm correct and I love it for that

Margaret Foster October 2, 2011 at 12:48 AM I'm not sure I fully understood all you try to convey in this piece but it is obviously written with deep feeling. The interaction between the couple and the easy flow of words make an interesting read. cheers Margaret

Bl Devnath October 1, 2011 at 10:39 PM Last is the essence for me after that everything of heart and mind passed. Lovey write my friend. Thanks for sharing. bl

Elizabeth Wesley October 1, 2011 at 7:40 PM Beautiful PD, so much to absorb in this write. Especially I love the part about the mirror with vision only one way. So special these mysterious verses are. Luv, Lizzie

Joe Maverick October 1, 2011 at 1:55 PM Love conquers all P D, thats what really counts in the end.. enjoyed the way you opened up a bit in this.!

Wilma Neels October 1, 2011 at 1:26 PM They tend to creep in, when one least expect.. Love how you differentiate between the two characters Pd!! Stunning and thought provoking.. Hope your weekend is a good one ;) Tc

Kabuteng P.Ink K. October 1, 2011 at 1:16 PM Isn't that just amazing, how things just turn around? I would like to hope and think that you both were able to open each others' eyes.. wishing you all the best, pd :) How cool that you got inspired to write this...:)

Zzzzz Zzzzz October 1, 2011 at 1:03 PM A poet can use any form he or she wishes. I use freeform quite a bit myself. This is a very interesting write, Linda...full of angst and tension. Inventive and more than a little intriguing! xoxo Robert. (Soupmail!)

George Aul October 1, 2011 at 12:43 PM Sometimes the blind do see........George

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