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I am nobody's perfection Glimmering in the light A lie An Idea Hidden in his mind A schizophrenic fantasy Never seeing what is true Ever changing as the sea I am nobody's perfection Changing in the starshine A frown A break Will never grace me I can not be what I wish Because then I wouldn't be his need Shape me to be what you want I am nobody's perfection The memory of a dream A wish A prayer His angel in disguise His demonic counter part Always calling to his own need Never to see me breaking apart I am nobody's perfection Glimmering in the light Changing in the starshine A memory of a dream |
yes, this is rather elegant, the structure gives it a controlled feel that speaks only of turmoil and you could have easily driven it off the cliff because it's dangerous and slippery ground for so many having made the attempt. this is lovely in the way it separates itself. 'starshine' is inexplicably beautiful-- --HBA ...remind me to read more of your stuff. | Posted on 2009-04-14 00:00:00 | by HuyBenAmon | [ Reply to This ] | i think that's the way people work. It doesn't matter how honest you try to be, there is always an exterior that people see; an exterior that is built up through years of practice (everyone practices on their exterior). Of course in the end, people are a lot more perceptive than they are given credit for. our interiors are seen to some degree, whether we know it or not. So even if you do believe you were a total lie to him, i imagine he knows you better than you think. | i understand where you are coming from. it's easy to relate to. But since you've brought up the topic, i think it's almost fair to question the existence of this poem. Are you bearing false teeth, so to speak, as you say you have done in this poem? ok, so i know i'm straying away from the main theme, which is a bit of regret and self-loathing, but is the poem another exterior? Do you really feel you were a lie, or are you lying to yourself again? well, i don't really know what i'm hitting at. just opening those russian dolls, i guess. There's some subtlety to the idea that's worth exploring. | Posted on 2006-07-25 00:00:00 | by luckypenny | [ Reply to This ] | I don't know what to say …. I haven’t been around much lately but I have to say that I don’t remember having felt so deeply identified with a write …. | What you say here had a great effect on me …. I happen to be on a relationship, you know … and I’ve been trying to change things that I'm not really sure that can be changed ….. many times have I mused upon breaking up though I haven’t got the courage and I’d be risking too much were I to do that. I feel overly guilty for asking things that I might never get … or for going berserk all the time…. It’s weird coz I feel as if I were acting just as your counter part did …. And I simply don’t want to … I was delighted by the first stanza I believe this is the most powerful part of the poem together with the lines “I can not be what I wish Because then I wouldn't be his need” Those are golden lines. Well, I don’t want to say more apart form the fact that this is going straight to my fav’s and I’ll reread every now and again hoping this has a further effect on me. Thanks for sharing this! Take Care, Ethan. | Posted on 2006-07-25 00:00:00 | by Ethan Brody | [ Reply to This ] | |