Skip to main content

LOVE'S LOVE

 

Stor for reading

Love’s Love - story - reading

 

Never mind about love and its lies,

Mind about its kiss in a cold night,

For its kiss is disguised in cowardice,

Mind about its sword,

For love doesn’t carry it for defense,

But for betrayal enveloped in words.

 

Never mind about love’s gifts,

Mind about the intentions behind it,

For like a poem with honey-like words they enchant,

Yet soon love itself will bring cold tears upon your eyes,

For love is blinded, selfish and thoughtless,

For it loves killing what it loves,

With words,

With indifference,

With swords.

 

Never mind about love’s love,

Mind about the fragility surrounding it,

The instability that seeded and bloomed from its core,

Mind about its beliefs,

For they are weak,

And the tides of change shake them,

And once corrupted, it will never be as it used to be.

 

Never mind about love’s enchantment,

For it is built upon a mirage,

and its music plays along with decadence,

sprinkling tears, devastating souls, and shattering hearts.

 

Take heed of my words my beloved one,

For they speak of truth,

For I bear the wounds of love upon my heart, upon my weary eyes,

Upon my broken soul.

 

These wounds so fresh still burden my spirits,

Love’s hatred has found a victim in me,

It has drained my heart,

It has enchained my soul to loneliness and misery,

And the music it once played has ceased,

And the flowers it gave me perfumed with the most exquisite of fragrances have withered,

And the future it once promised me vanished right before my eyes,

And my whole existence grew bleak and dark,

For love kissed me in betrayal,

It put its swords through my heart,

And bathed its words with honey and lies,

And then it whispered them to my ears,

And from my eyes flowed tears,

Flooding and drowning my spirits in utter darkness and misery.

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Please feel free to write your feedback

Popular posts from this blog

LA CHICA DEL CALLEJÓN - Descripcion de personaje de ficcion - de jrqc

Ese día el sol brillaba como siempre, bañandola en su resplendor, tornando el color de su piel en tonos de miel y nuez. Su juventud perfumaba la calle y los ojos de los espectadores no la perdían de vista. Ella era simplemente la frescura de la primavera y el calor del verano combinadas casi perfectamente en las carnes y la figura de su cuerpo.  Sus senos firmes dejaban entrever las aureolas de la juventud, mientras sus piernas daban paso a ese menear característico de su coqueteo, al que daba rienda suelta así como su castaña y ondulada cabellera. Su mente anidaba la sed de ver el mundo, de ir más allá de embriagarse del placer que éste le pudiera ofrecer y sin escatimar en ambiciones y sueños ella simplemente se dejaba ir. Era la carencia de estas vivencias y posesiones que la presionaban a sumirse y ser esclava de ambiciones que a veces eran malsanas y mezquinas, pero a ella eso no le importaba. Deseaba agarrar al mundo y hacerle su esclavo, deseaba ser complacida y en su parece...
Post a Comment
Read more

THAT EVENING - by jrqc

You once said that we are entangled to death since the moment we are born, that we are chained to this earthly prison and that there is nothing we can possibly do about it, that all joy sinks countless times and that lovers will always mourn their dead love swallowed by neverending grief. It seems somehow that sadness in all its complexity lingers within, it extends it branches all over without distinction, with no regrets for who the victim is. Some branches seem to be so rooted that it makes the heart break, it makes it bleed tears to the point that you can barely function. Yes, I do still remember that evening when you said that and I noticed your face sinking, your spirit broken. However, you wouldn't divulge the reason of your torment. Your beautiful darkened eyes were bloodshot and you observed me, intently, your eyebrows would frown at times and your stare would grow deeper as if trying to snatch my soul. You stood close to me, I could feel your cold breath, I could feel you...
Post a Comment
Read more

WHAT AM I TO YOU? - metaphorical / existential poem by jrqc (explained)

What am I to you but a simple whisper that gets carried away by the breeze? Oh how I wish I was more than a clump of sand and bones, that drain through your fingers like water, but, could I just be more than existence? Tell me dear, for I long to be, for I long more than mere existence! In my dreams of dreams you kiss me,  in my dreams of dreams you exercise your power over me, and I just succumb to the temptation of your temple, I just surrender my flesh to your overpowering caprice of molding me like clay, but tell me dear, is it gratifying being the victim of such relentless temptation? What am I to you? What do you seek from me? You kiss me with your embrace, and I tremble, and I sing to escape you, and yet still you kiss my tears, so tell me my beloved,  are you here to let me go yonder where the shadows don't dare to envelop their surroundings? tell me I beg of you, for existence is vague when there is no purpose, and I long for not only the love of yours, that flesh of ...
Post a Comment
Read more