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∴∮∴ の lonely heart の ∴∮∴

a lonely heart

filled with echoes of love

empty,  none-the-less


“Owner of  A Lonely Heart”   Yes

originally posted  14 March 2010

artwork ~   “Bleeding Heart”   Georgia O’Keeffe
{  fair use }

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• • • timeless • • •

a year can feel unreal  …..too far away

to see how to get there

a day can feel like it will never end

when faced with obstacles

or a day can feel like the wind

carried it away much too soon

an hour can feel like eternity

when waiting for an answer

a moment can feel like forever

if  your heart is breaking in two

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“Time”   Pink Floyd

originally posted  28 March 2010

artwork ~   “Time”   Alexander Liberman
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“Time”   Pink Floyd

lyrics ~

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has gone, the song is over,
thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

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°५ ॰ऌ॰ ° lost my religion ° ॰ऌ॰ ९°

   ऌ

  ऌ

॰ऌ॰

i  glorified you
thought it was love
maybe so…
maybe so…

you basked in my devotion
pretended to love me
addicted to the adoration
and the power it gave you

i  worshiped you
until the day
you laughed at my love
thinking it wouldn’t matter

in that moment
i  lost my religion
knew you were no good
…..no god

i  revered  you
learned it wasn’t really love
even so…
even so…

॰ऌ॰

° ॰ऌ॰ °

५  ॰ऌ॰  ९

°५  ॰ऌ॰  ९°

thank you to my Sista Poet Fireblossom at Shay’s Word Garden for reminding me of  this song

“Losing My Religion”   Anouk

artwork ~   “Poème d’amour”  (Love Poem)   Hans Hofmann
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“Losing My Religion”   Anouk

lyrics {or an approximation} ~

Oh life, it’s bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I’ve said enough

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep an eye on you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I’ve said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

Well, consider this
Consider this the end of the century
Consider this, as well
It brought me to my knees,  Hell
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep an eye on you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, try, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream….

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ฐ ◦ณ· · oh, this love is unrequited · ·ณ◦ ฐ

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seeing you…
is unexpected
like finding a hundred dollar bill
or a stash of  chocolate you forgot you’d hidden

fancying a kiss
all breath escapes my lips


contemplating  your touch
my body quivers uncontrollably

you walk past
…unseeing

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“Unrequited Love”   Lykke Li

artwork ~  “Poem for a Lover”  Brett Whiteley
{  fair use }

my gratitude to Ainsley Allmark for his input

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“Unrequited Love”   Lykke Li

lyrics ~

Once again it’s happening
Oh,  this love is unrequited
Twice the pain,  the suffering
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited

That must mean I live again
And get back what I gave my men
Get back what I lost to them

Oh, the shame
This crying game
Oh, my love I’ve been denied it
Oh, my love is unrequited

And I know it so well
I could play with the beat
Looking back at myself
While the violin plays

And blue is my tune
Another stitch to my wound
Another inch in this thread
And I know it all too well
When once again it’s happening

Oh,  my love has gone divided
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited
Oh,  my love is unrequited

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/ heart shaped box / \ { in celebration of the third blogoversary }

Ruth Bernhard  1962

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you put me in this box

hoping what?

that you could keep me to yourself?

that you could subdue me into loving you?

that i would suffocate and die?

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don’t you realize you can’t hold me this tight?

my resolve will only deepen

i will pull further away

…..pull harder

pull longer

until

you have to release me

one way or another

for i am stronger than you think

there is nothing you can force me to do

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you do not have the power

to berate me

to degrade me

to enslave me

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you cannot take my heart

for i am not willing to give it

you cannot damage my soul

for i will not let you touch it

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it is your soul

in this box made of  your evil thoughts

fouled beyond salvation

thinking you are in control

thinking my life is in your hands

you can kill nothing

but this body

this

body

which

has

no

true

meaning

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you will only destroy yourself

for my memory will forever be in your mind

haunting each and every little thought

filling them with curses

which are only the truth

about you…..

hell will seem like paradise

by the time i’ve finished with you

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“Heart Shaped Box”  Nirvana 

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originally posted  9 August 2011

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photograph by  Ruth Bernhard
{ fair use }

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