You Don'T Like Me
you don't like me...and that's ok
you need your comfort zone in tact
and so you keep away
passionately intense people
can make life a little messy
blood bath of emotions
on display
night or day
It's ok
Never thought you had it in you, anyway
bravery is what legends are made of
epic are the heroics
or those who fought
tearing up pages of literature
demons subdued
wars lords confused
"brave"...not an adjective for one
afraid of emotions...
Come, come
you wouldn't know intensity
if hit you in the face
you still stand in your body brace
helmet on
afraid of the sun
that blazes in the eyes
that warms up the skies
of the intimately intense
the ones who speak of life and death
in large than life vocabulary
while you dwell
in emotional mediocrity
unlike me
so unlike me
you just want to live...to be
while I....
I want to be consumed
licked to the core in the fire
of that moment's desire
be it passion or pain
sane or insane
I combust into flame
I live....I bleed....I feel...I reel...
Dancing in between
the columns of your rigid life
a hurricane of balm or strife
My life is rife...
with emotion
and should I die
I'd have lived more
than you ever will
in your emotional longevity hell
You don't like me
the Drama Queen
your term for me
I wear with glee
a tiara of tasteful praise
Drama is a good bedfellow
and queens reign
everyone else
is subservient
amnesia ridden,
all unaware:
"All the world's a stage"*...
No best supporting actress for me
I bag the awards...
because I'm REAL
I've got Mistress of life appeal...
You don't like me,
and that's ok
you're missing out!
what can I say?
Cowards "die a thousand deaths
While the brave die only once."*
The bravely intense
have no need for recompense
they live to the full
and die on fire
No gentle...passing into the night*
While that is where you NOW dwell
Well,
It's Ok
the love in my heart
would burst yours at the seams
live in your little bubble
dream your little dreams
Your don't like me
that's Ok
I'm INTENSELY indifferent to you
anyway.
Eileen
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts"...William Shakespeare in As You Like It
“A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once" William Shakespeare in Julius Caesar
"Do not go gentle into that good night....
Rage, rage against the dying of the light" Dylan Thomas
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