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Unrequited Passion

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

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unrequited-passion

Tears made of words,

They spill forth to the page.

Like blood flows from the wrist,

So does sorrow run ever onward.


I see those that stand complete,

Like a gorgeous portrait immortalized.

I’ll touch them with my wet hands,

Now stained with the paint of passion.


Wipe me away like dust on a shelf,

Sneeze when I fill the air around you.

Allergic to the pain that envelops me,

Yet revisit my successes like an old friend.


Flying high up like the clouds in the sky,

You soar with me under my wing.

Come time to take me under yours,

All I see are the vultures circling.

Passion Can Be Lonely

It doesn't matter whether it is a sore topic like my hatred of religion, a lighter topic like outdoor activity, or a deep topic such as love, I'm one of the most passionate beings you will ever meet. When I feel, see, do, or say something I want everyone to know that my connection to it is deep. I'll connect to everything and do so passionately with ease, but in that same vein people will disconnect from me when I immerse in the darkness. Darkness used to be my only friend, and when I stop in to say hi to him, so departs everyone around me.

Be a friend to and within the darkness, it doesn't need to be lonely.

Comments

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on April 01, 2020:

Thank you, Shauna, you continue to prove that you do and every time it brings a little more light into my world. It is appreciated more than you know!

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on April 01, 2020:

You're not alone, Kyler. I care about you.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on April 01, 2020:

Thank you for the concise compliment, Laurie.

Laurie S Novak from Michigan on April 01, 2020:

That is deeply descriptive. I liked it.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 31, 2020:

Thank you, Emily.

Emily from Georgia on March 31, 2020:

Wow very expressive and well written kyler.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 30, 2020:

Thank you, RoadMonkey, many layers to every line of this poem despite how short it is. A lot of connotation and meaningful symbolism for me.

RoadMonkey on March 30, 2020:

"Wipe me away like dust on a shelf,

Sneeze when I fill the air around you."

Very interesting lines!

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 30, 2020:

Thank you, Ruby, I try very hard to stay up but it is within these low times that I am able to learn what it is that holds me back, and in standing face to face with it I am able to conquer it. I appreciate that you consider me a hubber friend. We could all use more friends in life.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 30, 2020:

No they can't, Mitara, and it is often too late that we figure out a friend isn't truly standing behind us. Nonetheless, we must strive to be the friend of others lest the real friends slip by unnoticed.

Thank you for reading.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on March 30, 2020:

Kyler, I think you are a great writer. I love it when you write poetry. Please be happy and know you are loved as a Hubber friend. We all have dark times. The key is to rise above unhappy times in the past and soar like an eagle above the fray below. See each day as a new beginning. Stay safe, be happy and write beautiful poetry.

Mitara N from South Africa on March 30, 2020:

At times you can't help but feel you sinking. Sometimes screaming at the top of your lungs, wishing someone could hear you. When they do eventually see you for who you are, it feels they start distancing once again.

Be a friend in all aspects, if they can't be there through the good and the bad, can one be considered a friend at all.

Lorna Lamon on March 30, 2020:

It's difficult to control the thoughts or memories associated with PTSD Kyler - no pardon necessary. Take care.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on March 30, 2020:

I'm happy to hear that my writing has touched you, Lorna, and pardon my bitterness the other day. I should have presented my sentiments in a more fair manner. I was in the midst of PTSD driven memories, and I let them dictate the way I presented information unfairly.

Lorna Lamon on March 30, 2020:

I was touched by this poem Kyler and it's so true being a friend in the light and dark times is what real friendship is about.