Description: This is a spoken word poem that I have done live. I submit it now in a freeverse format. In doing this, I attempted to capture the accents and breaks in tempo by cutting up the lines here. As one can tell, this comes from a very sad moment in my life and I would like to think...is something that we can all relate to on some level; the loss of love.
The words
You may hear them a hundred times over,
durring a life time
and you want to believe
Because your mind tells your heart,
that it needs it
You want to believe
When they say,
"I'll love you forever"
and they in their part
find only hurt when you are not moved
Moved when they say it
Moved by a verse
that you have heard a hundred times before.
Though in your most intimate moments
They would have you believing
Have your heart sailing
Telling you, that you
are the center of their universe
But when that moment expires
They are only words
Yes, words that delligate a promise
but translate to nothing more
than best intentions
A mere result of an emotional invention
However best intentions
do not give due credit
to these heavy words that you now
so insistantly speak
You speak them idly
Or worse still
because in that fragment in time
you actually believe in them
Believe in the fairy tale
a concoction of every little girls dream
In the end though, they are nothing
Nothing but best intentions
But best intentions
are not there for you
if you are sick
grieving
or cold
Best intentions
will not hold you
while you writhe in your bed
through another sleepless
lonely night
Best intentions
will not bestill every fragerant memory
that passes like demons
through your tormented mind
while you sit in a pitch black apartment
alone
staring down through the dark
at a framed picture
that until reccently
hung majestically upon your wall
to remind you of what you have
of what now used to be
Over and over in your head
The words play out like an old record
Where is forever?
Where has forever gone?
For it was not nearly
Long enough
God I really envy your writting style and I wish that you had more posts so I can read. Your words have a lot of pain and turmoil inside of them inside of it, but pure truth. Your best intentions won't get you anywhere especially when you need them it's true. And the most hurtful thing about it is the reflections of the memories you had in the past that were supposed to be forever and not longing memories. Those words I love you, yes it is every thing people want to hear inside of their life some point or another, and it is amazing what power they have over someone, when they completely confide and protect their lives inside of one person, from this cruel and senseless world. It sucks. But it is true. Without love most humans are nothing, nothing but a mere loss to the entire world. I lossed my mother about four years ago, and my father remarried really quickly. He says it was because he couldn't play as two parents, I believe him on that too, because I watched how hard it got on him. Along comes my stepmother I did not like or enjoy being with, and she ruined everyones lives I believe for money. Everyone has been seperated me, my brother, everyone in my family because of her. But I don't say anything to my father, just because everyone else has, I don't have that right I believe. I want him to still have that feeling she really cares and loves about him. I want that for him. He'se ageing and he won't have much to live in another 10 to 20 years probably, so I want everything for him. But he is so warped inside of this sense of love that he doesn't see it obviously. Love sometimes can be your enemy. Love blinds us from the reality of this world, and love tells us things we want to hear. But sometimes love doesn't give us the forever it tells us it will give us. It unfolds, it exits, and retreats, leaving us with the upmost and deadliest despair to mankind we call heartbreak. And as much as we hate it, no mercy is shed. We are then left with memories. We are then left with nothing but broken dreams and reflections just like you said, what should have been.
I really enjoy your poetry. I noticed you only have three submissions. Whenever you invent another poem let me know. Please. Keep writing man I really enjoy your stuff.
Submission Name: Forever
