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Don't Ever Fall In Love With A Poet

Don't ever fall in love
with a poet,
my sweetest Soul,
he'll steal your eyes
blind

break
every bone in your body
rip your feathers out
one by one,
 
bleeding all the way
into
words
You think he has written
just for
You

he has to write You down,
You see,
before
fading
into the darkness of forgetting,

crossing You out as if You never existed,

as if You were his heart.

— Kailashana, May 07, 2008

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abrelosojos

18 years 1 month ago

amazing poem…its

amazing poem...its true..falling in love with a poet is a bad idea fragile things: take flight!
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

Really good poem

Smiles:) Barbara writing you down before forgetting is a true statement thanks for sharing this
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Pleides

18 years 1 month ago

Too late...too late..for me

Don’t ever fall in love with a poet, my sweetest Soul, he’ll steal your eyes blind And not just one but several. I guess I'm lucky though as they are all long dead. Wonderful poem....thanks for posting it. Pleides
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

18 years 1 month ago

I’ve found that loving a

I've found that loving a poet can be very exciting. I've loved a couple of them in my time. I was the one who left first, but then I'm a poet, too. Brilliantly written poem, though. Always, Cat
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

Thanks all for reading. I

Thanks all for reading. I am finally back on track with all my identities ironed out.... The truth is we all have a poet struggling to come out... one might equate it to the song of ourself ;-) Anna
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drachm

18 years 1 month ago

Cruel Poets

Ooooh, are we so crul, merciless and painful? Ouch that does hurt! Here is my retort to this! Each of us has a sublime facet to our life. A love for the simple beauty that goes unnoticed, For the enjoyment of emotions that go unappreciated, For the valued achievements that go unseen. We have a hunger within our human souls To acknowledge to our deity of these things. Poems, therefore, spring from our hearts and souls, Within lives that are shaped by spiritual sincerity With a preferred desire for honest simplicity. We enlarge upon our love of nature and our intimacy. Commonly, our poems are somewhat like prays, That serves a way to live and cope with a secular world. We sense our daily environment through poems, Seeking to let God know of our enjoyment, our love, and our troubles; Yet, knowing that we write not to an audience of cold people, But to other caring souls that they too may hear Of our feelings, our love, and our sadness. We are those who care that if one might fall They should try to raise them self, If not, then we strive to be there to help lift them up, To mend and treat their wounds, And thus release their soul to fly again. For we are poets!
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

Cruel Poets

Smiles:) Barbara like your retort on this been told hard to love, and some other things. hubby hanging on
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

Bows! and who else could

Bows! and who else could understand a poet but another poet? And there is the danger..the excitement and can I say it? Bliss... of reuniting in the one Soul that we call Poet... (amoung other things...lol...we come with histories (& herstories) and personalities. Usually all downhill from this vantage point.. ;-)
themoonman

themoonman

18 years 1 month ago

Hi Kailashana...

It is hard to explain some writes to some loved ones.. espescially if it isn't about them.. good theme.. good write.. my only suggestion is maybe you don't need the last line.. as I felt it ended stronger with.. crossing you out as if you never existed. just an opinion of one.. either way it is one I will want to read again. Richard
whitetea

whitetea

18 years ago

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you know... I like this. I've only really dated one person that really wrote. I still have a small book he put together for a writing class we took. I made sure it stays alone, where I can't find it. I went back and read some of the things he wrote when my eyes were raw. I think you are right in a way, like lawyers, good poets can woo or justify anything.
whitetea

whitetea

18 years ago

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forgot to add i liked the ripping out feathers. that makes it very real. it reminded me of a tori amos song have you heard of her?
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

O yes. the first time i

O yes. the first time i heard of tori, i almost ran down to concert... before she was really famous.. "Little Earthquakes". http://youtube.com/watch?v=xRQlOMmpZWY Her fire gave birth to a whole new generation of torch singers.. However, I am a bird fancier too, and when I've gone through tough life experiences, I have always found it feels as though my feathers are plucked, although, I do manage to grow new ones;-) Richard, the last line was line an exclamation mark when it came. Most men (& women) don't really realize that to deny love is to deny life... and self-love, which is self-healing. At least that's what I've come to know. ~a
whitetea

whitetea

18 years ago

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Really? I am impressed! I really really wished that I could have been born earlier if only to see her when she began, how she really put heart into it. reminded me of her song here in my head. "when I’ve gone through tough life experiences, I have always found it feels as though my feathers are plucked, although, I do manage to grow new ones;-)" I like how you put that.
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

You know… just now, it

You know... just now, it occurred to me, speaking of being born earlier, if she and Bukowski met.....but then again, would Bukowski be Bukowski and Tori be Tori ~ his life long passion was flaming redheads. I think their souls would have been a perfect match. I've been looking for my *equal* my whole life.. haven't found him yet... however, I am a free spirit of creativity. Do I need anyone? Not really.. But I am a matchmaker at heart... self-immolatingly so. ;-)
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

Yes, But one night in his

Yes, But one night in his arms, is worth a thousand at the bowling ally.Even if you average 235. C.S.B. There are times that call; when one must put on the camel hair coat, and take up a large stick and head out in to the unknown.B
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

Yup, you are a bloody shit,

Yup, you are a bloody shit, Brian...Barry....Michael... Matthew...Luke...and John... I just get so blood confused sometimes....and fall in and out of love so......easily. And ....Just when I thought I was getting used to being alone. ~A Ha ha ha. Talk about Freudian slips. lol
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

can you even begin to

can you even begin to imagine the arguments we could have!Glorious all nighters and our kids would be aliens with names like Shackamamanack'a and Eepa.brought up on a goat farm in Tonga. Pack a bag and bring dramamine. We'll be going by canoe.B
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

Now just as the poetry here on Neo fascinates

None is so fascinating as the players in this drama...the glimpses into other lives, other loves. Countries across vast continents and yet all the same ...searching, searching...love life and Oneness. If the passion of your love Kalishana is anything as fiery as your poetry I say poor bastards indeed because if they have not poetry to express their loss of you it must be deep therapy they undergo. Seabhac
Seren

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Can the heart know? …

Can the heart know? ... never ... thanks for showing the way to this one, found it on barrys poem lol ... and I have always felt that an artists love burns that bit deeper .. someone with wonderment in their veins ... someone with magic in their hands ... thats you ... illuminating us all I flow in your wake ;) oh and anyone silly enough to cross you out of his heart ... wants a check up ... from the neck up ;) love and hugs Jayne x x x