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Crucifying Love

Author: rememberplaydoh
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To whom it may concern: This poem is NOT a guilt-trip poem, it is not a "come-back-to-me-or-I'll-die" is not even a "consider-this-before-you-decide" is only EXACTLY what ALL my poetry is: an artistic portrayal of my own emotions, which may or may not relate to (or concern) anyone else.

Crucifying Love

Here I stand
and raise a cross,
the alter of my love.
I will take
my final breath.
Here I'll kill
what hurts you most.

My mind is set
my cross is made.
Resolution's in my grasp.
This hammer,
heavy, strong, and sure,
will deal firm blows,
though each one kills.

I take the first nail
in my hand
and gaze upon its shape.
"Listening ear"
I call this nail;
it restrains me when
you speak her name.

I drive it in,
(oh, wicked sledge)
a drop of blood falls down.
My heart it quakes
with this first blow
but two more nails
do still remain.

The second nail,
"Advising lips"
is stronger than the first.
With it I still
my throbbing heart
while saying, "Take her,
she's the best."

One more blow,
I strike again,
another nail holds fast.
Wrenching pain;
I grit my teeth,
but victory
will come at last.

I now take up
my final nail:
"These hands send you away."
It leads you, gently,
to her arms
and watches
while you walk away.

My task is done,
the nails are in.
My heart is fastened to its cross.
I hang here,
bleeding, torn, and sore,
but this is how
I love you best.

I've crucified my love.

Submitted on 2006-08-19 12:35:12     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Alright, I haven't read it yet (for the comment, I have read it) and I have one thing to say. What does it matter what people think? Poetry isn't always a personal experience. I write about things that haven't happened to me. You shouldn't have to explain that. If people are reading it in a biased fashion they shouldn't be reading poetry at all. Because when you read poetry you have to start with a clean slate, if you go into it thinking you know what the writer is talking about, you miss so much. Okay, sorry, I had to get that out. Now I will read the poem for my comment.

Well, what to say. I could go verse by verse, but you know what your poem says, I don't need to tell you again. Heh.Love. *Smirks* I won't say what I think about it, because you've probaby heard it.

I've been told it is hard to walk away from someone you've fallen in love with. I've seen someone walk away from the person they love the most, I held that person while they cried on the outside, and bled on the inside. I have watched hearts break and have seen the damage it does. It must be even harder to walk away from someone you love, knowing they are walking right into the arms of another.

Love saddens me.

As for structure, I loved it. How each stanza described each nail and what it made her feel. Wonderful.

This is all I have for you on this one...because I don't want to do off on love, heh.

| Posted on 2006-09-02 00:00:00 | by Krazy | [ Reply to This ]

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