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"You don't regret the things you did
But the things you didn't do,"
Or so they say but I disagree,
For there is much I would undo.
A thousand regrets I've had in love,
A thousand more in life.
A thousand wasted, crumpled pens,
Uncapped, abandoned flight.
If only butterflies would form cocoons
To snuggle in its depths,
So out may crawl a lovely worm,
Made of living, limping wax.
I think, you think, we think "What if?"
Until it sizzles through our flesh,
I think, you think, we think "Should have-"
Till our lies are all undressed.
A thousand mistakes I've longed to change,
With a click, a stop - rewind.
If only hands could touch the soul -
But wait, you have touched mine.
A thousand recycled, duct taped ribs,
To hold my trembling heart.
A thousand birds from me to you,
From you to me - an arc.
"You don't regret the things you did
But the things you didn't do."
A thousand regrets I've had in life,
But I will never regret you.
But the things you didn't do,"
Or so they say but I disagree,
For there is much I would undo.
A thousand regrets I've had in love,
A thousand more in life.
A thousand wasted, crumpled pens,
Uncapped, abandoned flight.
If only butterflies would form cocoons
To snuggle in its depths,
So out may crawl a lovely worm,
Made of living, limping wax.
I think, you think, we think "What if?"
Until it sizzles through our flesh,
I think, you think, we think "Should have-"
Till our lies are all undressed.
A thousand mistakes I've longed to change,
With a click, a stop - rewind.
If only hands could touch the soul -
But wait, you have touched mine.
A thousand recycled, duct taped ribs,
To hold my trembling heart.
A thousand birds from me to you,
From you to me - an arc.
"You don't regret the things you did
But the things you didn't do."
A thousand regrets I've had in life,
But I will never regret you.
Literature
I Hate That I Love You
I hate that you're my every thought
That I wake with you on my mind
And fall asleep
To images of your smile
I hate that I adore you so
With gorgeous eyes
And sweet lips
I long to taste
I hate the way you make me feel
Like I need you to survive
As if breathing without you
Is excruciating
I hate that I yearn for you
I hunger for your touch
Every moment
Of every day
I hate the way I love you
With every beat
Of my wretched heart
That loving you keeps me alive
Yet keeps me alone
Literature
What is Love.
Treason?
I dared dream to hold you,
to speak love to your perfect cherubim lips.
I desired to envelope you,
in our cover of night,
where love could blossom in dusk intimacy.
Where none could speak the names of treason we bore with shame.
and oh how I loved you,
for our three days,
and true love perished,
should our families feel the same.
Hope?
At first glance,
a young boy,
staring through a glass window,
at me.
A smile,
frosty gloved hands on the pane,
and accident waiting to happen.
So I followed,
down the rabbit hole,
to a winter wonderland,
full of new dangers,
and first romance.
I loved you still,
Youth,
in Toyland,
where lov
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I love you
Through the goodness that we know
Through the cold and bitter snow
Even if this world will turn us insane
No matter how much pain
We will leave behind the problems of the past
Facing the future at a long last
New problems will surely arise
But when I look at your pretty eyes
That's the moment when I just know
Together we will always pull through
Because I love you
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It's been ages since I've submitted anything but here it is, finally!
If you're wondering why I've not been posting - it's because I've been happy. As you've probably noticed (if you've read any of my other works), I have an incredible capacity for depressing the unicorns out of you. It's almost supernatural.
So here it is, my first love poem! I think.
P.S. You're all a bunch of fluffy eggnogs and I'll eat you with a spoon!
If you're wondering why I've not been posting - it's because I've been happy. As you've probably noticed (if you've read any of my other works), I have an incredible capacity for depressing the unicorns out of you. It's almost supernatural.
So here it is, my first love poem! I think.
P.S. You're all a bunch of fluffy eggnogs and I'll eat you with a spoon!
© 2012 - 2024 xTintedlullabyx
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This is a really wonderful poem on so many levels. I love the rhythm, first of all, which feels natural and absolutely lovely. And then there's your opening - you take a common quote, and turn it around, making it the motif of your poem. It's very nicely organized as you bring us through many incredible, interesting, and diverse frames of thought.
The butterfly analogy was incredibly potent. I love how you talk about moving through time backwards like a butterfly undoing metamorphosis - implying that what's happened is so dramatic it's pronouncedly changed the narrator's life. The regrets are potent, so influential that we go from worm to butterfly, and there's no way to reverse the process. "Recycled, duct taped ribs" was also incredibly original, vivid, and apt.
Your repetition of "think" with different pronouns is incredibly effective. It shows the impact of what's happened to many people around us, and shows how we ALL have those moments we wish we could reverse. It's an interesting way to show retrospection and increases the importance of those hypothetical thoughts - until it "sizzles through our flesh," impacting us physically.
The ending. The ending. Is. Perfect.
Thank you for sharing this. It is a wonderful work!
The butterfly analogy was incredibly potent. I love how you talk about moving through time backwards like a butterfly undoing metamorphosis - implying that what's happened is so dramatic it's pronouncedly changed the narrator's life. The regrets are potent, so influential that we go from worm to butterfly, and there's no way to reverse the process. "Recycled, duct taped ribs" was also incredibly original, vivid, and apt.
Your repetition of "think" with different pronouns is incredibly effective. It shows the impact of what's happened to many people around us, and shows how we ALL have those moments we wish we could reverse. It's an interesting way to show retrospection and increases the importance of those hypothetical thoughts - until it "sizzles through our flesh," impacting us physically.
The ending. The ending. Is. Perfect.
Thank you for sharing this. It is a wonderful work!