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The Shattered Hope
Fall in love
Was supposed to be easy
It was supposed to be beautiful
But now it's dark
With dark intentions
With ulterior motives
I thought he said he loved me
I should have known he was like the other
I should have known that it was fake
There's no such thing as true love
There's only pain
Suffering and death
I have now learned to believe that
There's no such thing as that
I will only believe in that
When trees begin to talk
The mountains begin to move
The sun begins to smile
The walls begin to have ears
And when the earth becomes flat
It's better to have no hope
Than to have and for it
To be shattered
I've always been in
An unrequited love
It's never symmetrical
I love; they use
I begin to think
Maybe I am stupid
Maybe I am crazy
To think that a guy can ever
Love a girl like me
A girl with flaws
With claws
With dreams
With hopes
A girl that wishes
That is just different
Being different is supposed to
Be beautiful
Look at what I have now become
Only the broken pieces are remaining
No heart, no desire
I lost hope
I wanted to escape one
But I got caught up in another
I cry and cry
But my voice is never heard
I wish that one day
Someone will see me
For who I truly am
But until then,
My heart is a cold stone
I'm now lost and broken
With shattered hope
We live in the shadows of your cursed survival
not being killed when so many of you were
the endless rows of benighted headstones
telling of memories never to be
where you wander among them
pledging your heart to what unrequited
condemns you to time
we walk together through years of separation
the voices of the dead confirming
the tryst of our silence
forever pretending that a lyric
can be written after the music stops
that its words can be sung by the Angel guardians
of those long departed
and ignoring my devotion
you embrace the rejection of
the one who never loved you back…
the paramour who condemns you to live in misery
and to live with me
—jilted by death
(Watching ‘Hemingway’ On PBS: April, 2021)
THE CURSE OF THE LOVED ONES
Three bears witness in the patio of love:
The loved, the unloved and the extinguisher.
For some, quite inexplicably,
It's a song that fades untimely or premeditatedly,
For others love is simply lost,
And it could also be found even just for a night
The intoxications of him who has a hole in his pocket.
And another, it is the crudest kind;
The one that almost kills it victims,
It's the unrequited love.
Most stories are about those who fall in love with each other
But how about those that fall in love alone?
They are the victims of the one-sided affair,
The unloved ones but loved ones,
The wandering walking wounded -
Handicap of the advantage of a great parking space.
Unlike the ones who keep saying:
'The right person will come' (I think a truck hit yours)
Whereas, bypassing the available and harmless "signpost",
Then becoming a cursed Cupid;
Those who despite the pleas of conscience
And despite my sacrifice & heroics -
I broke my ribs to make a pen,
Write long lasting lovely lofty letters,
Rip off my flesh to make a paper
And took out my blood to make an ink.
I never forget a face for free besides femmes fatales
But I make an exception in your case.
Though it takes a strong heart to love,
It takes a stronger one to continue to love after its been broken.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2014.
Lost in the shambles of a broken stream
Emotions failing and affections locked-in
Just in the nick of giving up
You swirled in and played the cop
It was all good at first feelings glowed
It got all bad as false feelings showed
Just like a switch married to the wall
You turned me on then turned me off
You made me believe, love can be selfless.
You made me believe, love can be selfish.
You made me believe, love can be real pure.
You made me believe, love can be so dark.
Once, your smile beams on me with luck
Once, your voice rendered my heart unlocked
Once, your giggles expel everywhere my sadness lurks
Once, there was light now darkness lurks
Though I be concerned with what you feel
What you really want is not even real
Once upon a time there was a you
Once upon a time, I'm glad I got to love you
"To play a wrong note is insignificant, to play without passion is inexcusable"
Beethoven
Hands above the keyboard, flexible fingers start to dance
Up and down, back and forth, so skillfully they prance
Interpreting a dream into a poem without words
Awakening both heart and soul, emotions swiftly stirred
The restless soul is soothed, unsolicited tears fall
Such beauty in the sadness that the heart becomes enthralled
Soft and sweet love unrequited, sobs in every phrase
I quietly sit and listen as "Moonlight Sonata" plays
Thirty six, fifty two, black and white piano keys
Serenading time and making music written to appease
The fingers slowly moving in a minor c sharp chord
Which brings me back full circle, hands at rest above keyboard.
Daniel Turner
3/11/23
The glass was half empty until he smashed it on the room divider
Tequila Sunrise on the wall
Shattered the pieces lay on the ground when he walked on his shards
Barefoot floored surrender
A bitter taste of guilt as he wretched his way to the bathroom sink
Unplugged mosaic of pain
The lipstick kiss lingered on the mirror but her toothbrush was gone
Message from a bottle
Staggered in defeat he stumbled on slurred words of another promise
Twisted spluttered echoes
As he rinsed his tongue with mouthwash more lies mourned his loss
Prolonged rapid suicide
It was the kindest thing she would ever do for the wasted drunkard
Tough unrequited love
17th February 2020
I love you
Like I love life
As the poet
Loves his words
I love you like the rainbow
Meets the clouds to chat with birds
I love you laughing loudly
I love you when you call
When you flourish
When you're happy
When you need me, most of all
For this love declaring poem
Isn't scary to extreme
There's a place in every moment
For a friendly heart
To dream
For I love you
When I'm sleeping
Or the middle of the day
Love is simply a connection
That may never drift away
So save yourself some bother
Just relax
And know it's true
I don't need reciprocation
All I need to know is you
CV 25.5.24
The more I learn, the less I know, the more I need to learn.
I have watched you come and go with eyes that ache and burn.
I’ve decided unrequited love will never turn.
The more I learn, the less I know, the more I need to learn.
The more I give, the more you take, the less I have to give.
It could be a big mistake but it’s my life to live.
I have seen you, beauty queen, I’m always your captive.
The more I give, the more you take, the less I have to give.
I have seen my future in your eyes
Amid the heartless smiles and the terrible cold lies.
Answers can be found in the past
But I cannot seem to pierce the shadows that you cast.
The more I see, the less I feel, the less I want to see.
Visions that I doubt are real presented subtly.
I have known what you have shown is not what you would be.
The more I see, the less I feel, the less I want to see.
The more I know, the less I learn, the more I’ve got to know.
I can pay what you will earn if you will tell me so.
You have spoken, I am broken. You have laid me low.
The more I know, the less I learn, the more I’ve got to know.
I have seen the future in disguise.
So why should it be it always takes me by surprise?
I don’t want the answers, still I ask.
I’m afraid the truth won’t save me ‘til the very last.
More is less than less is more, I see that more or less.
Tell me what I’m waiting for if you think you can guess.
I believe I can perceive what you never confess.
More is less than less is more, I see that more or less.
7/7 London terror attack 2005
7/7 London terror
On the local bus and heading west,
Going into London town.
There's something happened ahead,
Coz' the police are all around.
There are sirens in the distance,
There is panic in the air.
I am early for my interview,
So I do not need to care.
Then a phone call from my brother,
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?"
His words to me were frightening,
"Get off that bloody bus".
He spoke then of the carnage,
Of the scenes of disbelief.
The blood, the smoke, the murder,
The unrequited grief.
I could not travel further,
As the news it quickly spread.
Reports of bombs and suicides,
And of countless people dead.
I walked into a betting shop,
Saw the broadcasts of the news.
Then I saw those scenes of carnage,
And those sad uncensored views.
I saw the blood, the tears,
The shock, the sobbing cries.
I asked God, "what is happening?",
As the tears filled up my eyes.
To the bastards who have killed today,
It is you we do not fear.
For every person you have killed,
There are ten more coming here.
You can bomb us in the tube trains,
On the buses, in the street.
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes,
For its us you won't defeat.
You can bomb us in our villages,
You can bomb Old London town.
You can bomb us in the countryside,
For you'll never bring us down................
In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005
Looking at my candle in the castle
Wondering the reasons of my hassle
Falling in love with my King in spring
What a foolish thing that stings !
My King, already promised to his queen
Oh, I wish that by you, I’ll be seen
But I’m only a naive yearning jester
I’ll never be gracious and wise like her
The rejection, sadly, is so foreseen
If one day I declare my love for you
Will you know that what I’m telling is true ?
Or will you think it’s another one of my jests ?
Will you be able to digest my loving interest ?
Blowing out my candle
Deciding not to cause an embarrassing scandal
I’ll never tell my love for my dear King
But what we could’ve been will forever be missing