Burn Him... Because without Scars You Cease

This was written with regards, to how love has been built by warmth, and ice. It's so sweet the first time, but as it fades it freezes over all that you've held dear.

Time so minuscule dances by,
and he stands alone
within
an abyss
of ice…

The cold starts small,
like a pin,
yet grows web like,
and claws away
at mister tin man's
armor.
but, all is well,
as
time dances by bleaching away
sinful
thoughts of
I wants…
But,
he enjoys the cold
void…
it's home now,
to pitiful tears
and
trivial thoughts…

Darling, time's just a
finicky waltz,
and the part,
he's played wasn't only his….
however, darling
does always allowing cold,
to serrate
delicate flesh make you truly strong…?
when all he's done
is encased yourself
in a sterling bode,
and watched
many
embraces
slipped away to pathetic skepticism.
Well, time continues to slip away,
as he
stands there in tin chambers.

Yes, he's been burned by
too many icy arms…
still,
darling remember how good it felt.
have held warm flowers,
and to have
kissed delicate buds…
for once you
lived…
but, too much time
has slipped away…
and
you've long since been dead,
since he's buried himself
in cold
tin…

So, he stand's ever trapped
within cold replay…
watching himself having hold softness.

It hurt often to think,
how
often he volunteered ice
to
warmth…
yet, we all knew about his masochistic devices.
he
enjoyed the scars
that he's endured,
because it meant he could
have
something incomprehensibly real…
even if it be a dying memory.

Reviews

[Chaselyn]

Your mind is so intriguing to me because it's blatantly evident in your pieces yet sufficiently elusive.. I feel as if this is your refined mind. It's beautiful. I love this poem because I have such an ambivalency towards love... as it ages it becomes rusty promises and commitments... a hideous and molding contract. that is not love.

[songstress]

My, thank you for such a bright review... even if it's regarding one of my darker pieces. (smiles). I'm actually, glad that you reviewed it and saw all the honesty that was in it. Sometimes, I feel as though I'm too transparent, and I hate that. But, then I hate when the truth, that I feel that I'm literally shouting is ignored, or shunned. And, I feel sort of the same way way about love. it's like a "double edged sword." it can cut or protect you. But, then there's the question of enjoying the cutting, or fearing it. enjoying the memories or feeling remorse for your actions. Being pure or being tainted. Yet, as you said feelings, commitments become rusty...hideous even. Nonetheless, it's important to acknowledge the hideousness otherwise there is no room to grow. To feel, to love even. Thank you for your kind review. You really are reflective and I enjoy hearing from you.

[Chaselyn]

Sounds like you are suffering from being alive and having an inescapable mind...:) Isn't that dichotomy of emotions towards being recognized frustrating? And very good point.. so man humans are masochistic or vulnerable or looking for a recognition they find even in hideous love. I really enjoy conversing with you and reading all of your poems.. (Yes i read them all)

[songstress]

You really are something. But, I enjoy hearing from you. And thank you for reading all 20 something pieces.