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Rainbows and Light

May 10, 2015
By LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula


What good a rainbow if I'm colorblind?
And the treasure at the end is not there to find?
Everything I've left behind shines
so brightly to remind me of the kind
of fate which holds my binds
What good is light when I've no eyes
And I can't do anything to purge the lies
Which fill my life with strife and chastise
My sorrow for giving rise to the guise
That I could ever be happy again

Wish that I could feel the rain upon my skin
For every feeling is a sin from which none win
And I pray to the god who either is not there
Or unwilling to answer my prayers, for something to be fair
I'd tear this world apart

The ghost of her warmth chills me to the bone
And I blame myself for her needing to roam
I come home, seeking her embrace
Only to find her presence erased
I still taste her sweet lips upon mine
And with every word I write, I cross the line,
But fine
There's nothing left to lose, nothing I want to gain
Except to undo this pain and see her face again
To stare into her loving eyes and laugh,
My best friend which had chosen this path
I weep, i sit and weep as she walks away
For I love her far too much to ask that she stay
She was no mere girl, not a memory gone
She was that which I wanted since the dawn

Heartbroken is not enough,
Shattered cant describe
The fact that I feel the need to writhe
For I am not who I was
And even my words, try as they may,
Cannot express the fear and pain
That courses through my veins
And drives me insane,
For she was not merely a girl,
She was my whole god damn world
She was my best friend,
Not merely my lover, for there was nothing above her
She was it!
Everything I could ever want
And now my dreams her visage haunts
And taunts, for she is forever gone
The sun will never rise, no dawn
In sight, no reason to fight
My world is grey
I spend my days in bed, I lay
For no force drives my heart to beat
I am but a sack of meat, wish not to meet
Any other, I wish to remain lonely,
All other girls would place second only
In my heart, because she is not merely a part
She stole it, and now it is hers
What else can I do for this burning curse?

My world is spinning faster and faster
My body a puppet, but I'm not the master
I'm not crazy, I swear that I'm not
I'm caught in a love that burns too hot
Her eyes which once held warmth
Are no longer there
Its almost too much to bear
So I bare my soul for all to stare
And pray that someone make it fair
The fair! Oh the fair!
The night we walked for hours
And the night was ours, all ours
We laughed and played games, we rode the rides
And now I swim against the tides
To keep myself within the frame,
And no, my love is not to blame,
Its the flame that burns which causes pain
And I miss the rain... I miss the Rein

I close my eyes, once again
And try to wish back my best friend,
But it's all in vain,
My blood will flow with no cuts
I feel the turning in my guts
I look to the darkness of the night
The wind blows light, whispers all will be right
I close my eyes and dare to dream
Of a reality where she didn't leave
I'll smile to myself, sure it's fake
But I will take what I can take


The author's comments:

Just how I was feeling one day, I suppose... Or perhaps how I feel on a regular basis. I felt better after writing it. Though, I rather like the ironic title I gave it. :3


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Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 15 2015 at 3:13 pm
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Agreed. By the way, if ever you have a moment of rest from being a prolific poet, I would love your feedback on my new piece, "And Again." I know prose isn't your thing, but I'm just curious.

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 15 2015 at 3:11 pm
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

By pining for her, you condemn yourself to solitude. You are more on your own with her memory than you would be alone with yourself. I hear you that you're not out looking for another, and I appreciate your reasoning there, but that will never excuse you to obsessively dwell in the past with a memory of her. Again, I know I'm not saying anything you haven't thought yourself. I just like to add my own two cents. :P Funny, I was just thinking how utterly unhelpful my responses are as well. I think the point is not to be helpful but to hear. We don't hear each other anymore nowadays. "What's new?" has evolved from a question to a casual greeting, and we've lost the power of listening to one another. How could I not "pick at the meaning"? The voice in your poetry is crying out so loudly I would have to be deaf not to hear. And wow, no fear of overreaction? That's pretty hysterical because I consider myself one walking overreaction- I get SUPER emotional about EVERYTHING! But hey, I must be doing a good job pretending to be normal. ;)

on May. 15 2015 at 8:01 am
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

Also, my elusion to the endangeredness of lovebirds was more towards their place on the endangered species list (more specifically the Nyasa Lovebird) rather than the life-span of an individual. Yes, they can flourish quite beautifully, but never on their own.

on May. 15 2015 at 7:56 am
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

I enjoy reading--and taking into consideration--your critiques, the spelling errors were unintentional, this went straight from the Docs page to Teenink with little to no proofreading. Still I think it may compliment how raw this poem is, just a final release of emotions cloaked in writting ^~^

on May. 15 2015 at 7:52 am
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

I write because I cannot or will not talk to others, because their reactions aren't sound, they are with good intentions but in an unhelpful manner, though, talking with you allows me to express myself with no fear of an overreaction. :3 not to mention that you're the only one who actually bothers to pick at the meaning of my poetry.

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 15 2015 at 4:03 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Three consecutive comments... *so* me. But I do actually want to say something just about the writing. The play on the common cliche about having a piece of someone's heart and the way you contrast that with her full posession of yours is really powerful. Likewise, the puppet metaphor. Your final line, too, is raw, honest, unapologetically true. It's a perfect ending in the most imperfect way. Edits: (1) "My best friend WHO had chosen this path" (2) "i" in the next line intentionally lower case? (3)"Her eyes ----- once held worth/ BUT are no longer there" fits the rhythm better (4)By the same reasoning, "My blood FLOWS with no cuts" (5) You've dropped at least two apostrophes. Carelessness because the emotion overtook you or with intention? Regardless of the details, it's obviously a powerful piece, but I assume you'd also appreciate critique on something other than emotion.

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 15 2015 at 3:48 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

And though I'm hesitant to ask, because I'm me, I must. Why tell me this, or anything at all? Despite or because of the anonymity?

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 15 2015 at 3:14 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Wow, this just got real. You're right, of course; the worst is to see it in yourself and yet lack the power to stop it. And yet, do you ask of yourself to abandon your Agapornis nature or do you ask of yourself to do everything possible so that you can eventually flourish within it? Having written that, I wonder, is it possible for an Agapornis to flourish? Do I say no on instinct only because it's never been done? (By the way, I love that you so casually throw in a reference that I have to Wikipedia (used as a verb). For the record, according to said source of ever-reliable fact, you've already outlived your expected life span. Consider yourself on the luckier side of the lovebird spectrum.) Seriously, though, you've already told me that there are those who need you, unknowingly preventing your extinction. Already, you are an abnormality in your self-defined class. Why not be the one who can be more?

on May. 14 2015 at 8:34 pm
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

It's only in my nature to feel this way, as the Agapornis in both my sense of extreme manogamy and the possibility of my extinction. People like me are obviously not healthy. Love is an obsession for us, something that keeps us sane in times of having and possible doom in times of not having. It's not truly about moving forward, it's about overcoming my own nature as being that kind of person. The worst part is that I'm self-aware, able to notice that this behavior has surpassed normalcy and is destroying both my life and self-esteem, yet even knowing this I feel powerless to stop it, as it's the one characteristic that I once took so much pride in, to abandon it now would preserve my physical being, but destroy who I once wished to become...

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 14 2015 at 5:09 pm
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

I spy an artist barking up the wrong Rein-bow. What about rainbows? For as long as you cannot see the rain without thinking of her, you are prisoner to her past. The day that you see the raindrops and realize that they are beautiful alone- then you choose to walk, not away, but toward. Where's your future? Have you noticed that your only forward-moving title ends in darkness? (Disclaimer: I say this not to condemn you but to make you think... not that you don't do enough of that on your own.)

on May. 13 2015 at 7:16 pm
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

Rein is her nickname, and perhaps... I just really had to get it off my chest, like braving what yout think is the worst of the storm only to find that you're not even halfway through. Every piece I write hoping to be able to move on as she already has, but with each piece it gets harder and harder... Almost like my sadness fuels my addiction and my addiction fuels my sadness. This really is how I feel every day, I think about her, I despair at her loss, I remember times we spent together and repeat. It's a hell topped by nothing else, something that death would easily cure if I were the monster to do that to everyone who needs me... And so I write, and hope that it makes me feel good enough about myself to move on, perhaps I can fool myself into thinking there is another, nay, even find another only to suffer the same, if not a worse fate.

Beila BRONZE said...
on May. 13 2015 at 1:18 pm
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Rein-bows and light? So that's her name. It's pretty brave of you to put that out there. Oh, what can I say? Some of the poems you write are about artistry; this one is all about heart. To be clear, it's not that the poetic beauty is lacking at all. It's just been eclipsed by the emotion, and you must have known that would happen the second you put out that line: "She was my whole god damn world." From that line there's a cosmic shift and it's no longer about the poem or writing or the artist--you. It's about God and grief and the fair (in its every meaning) and Rein and what it means to love and lose and live and grieve, and this piece is far beyond any of its words. Actually, I'm not sure that I like the sarcastic title. I think this piece is more profound than you give it credit for. You don't realize how deeply you speak not only of yourself but to just being human. Period.