Pluto Prince

Are you?
You are gone.
Seems like there is nothing left now.
I have one face of you
Wearing black
Lean
Light brown curlies
Where your face shows you as an alien prince from Pluto
That has come here on earth to put naught and mischevieous
In secret
In teenage magazines on earth
And he is asking me if I want a glass of water

Another face on the street
Where you look smart
And sharp
With refined beard and eyes

Another one with extreme almond eyes
Where you look the most favorite
Teenage boy
Of the emperor
With spoilt teenage attitude

But apart from that
You feel like
A magazine
I opened its pages
Somewhere
In some place
I do not remember
Some empty deja vu

Do I feel bad?
Did I loose some sparkle?
It is anger
Or maybe you simply can not live with a magazine
I have never met you
And it feels strange
After all I went through.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Such a clever use of language, a juggling of thoughts and resultant hings,

'Where your face shows you as an alien prince from Pluto
That has come here on earth to put naught and mischevieous
In secret
In teenage magazines on earth
And he is asking me if I want a glass of water'

'Or maybe you simply can not live with a magazine
I have never met you
And it feels strange
After all I went through.'

Seems you turn your thoughts upside down, inside out and only then, discover new meanings, your meanings, perha[s

[a_methyste]

Thank you Emma. I also like the imagery of this poem. Maybe because I used to like the subject.

[emmajoygreen]

Can understand that - write what you feel.

[a_methyste]

Yes indeed. That is the way I write most of the time. That is my honey portion.