Love can be the greatest feeling in the world
love can be a lie
and when love is a lie
it can rip you to shreds or enable you to rip yourself
because love isn’t quantifiable
therefore you may never know
who it is who guts you and slays you; Is it you? Is it love?
how can a feeling have the power to empty you of hope?
or leave you ransacked
how can an emotion
something that can’t be touched, or jarred or bottled
hold such sway?
cut with deep scythe, parts you thought impossible to reach
was it the other? Did they own the power
or was it giving them permission? To dictate an emotion
or is love, proof of being human
and the sorrow of that and the beauty of that
a very human trait, along with hate and indifference
which at times seem, to take the place of love
and when your eyes, look at me and there is no movement
only the wearing down of time, a series of frustrations
when you fidget and seem to want, to be anywhere but here
I imagine you in years to come, remembering nothing of us
then I wish I had no capacity for love, I wish I had pretended all along
replaced my heart with coal
but it was never an object, never something you could hold
love was almost a virus
you walked into the room
and I caught it
the fever and the aches
they may never leave me
now I have a relationship with them
in absence of you, I’ll find myself inheriting memories
wondering how, some people walk away, almost light-footed
and others stand in place and burn, the oxygen all gone
unable to speak the words
of loss
wonderful
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TheFeatheredSleep – Love lost, or was it something else?
A scythe that cuts to the bone. You’re an amazing writer.
Oh so stunning. The sorrow of that and the beauty of that.
The last lines are gorgeous.
Love… I recently penned something myself on it. You either live or die trying to gain it…
“how can an emotion
something that can’t be touched, or jarred or bottled
hold such sway?
cut with deep scythe, parts you thought impossible to reach
was it the other? Did they own the power
or was it giving them permission? To dictate an emotion
or is love, proof of being human”
You’re coming alive again. It’s so wonderful to see. This, Writing… It’s where you shine, Candice.
Wonderfully profound!
This is everything.
WOW
To know with certainty another’s heart,
As well think to count angels on a pin.
But still, I would with a poet side,
And take the risk to love,
And be not cold and dead of heart.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
“I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter’d by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”
Beautifully crafted
Fabulous, my sister 👏🏻👏🏻❤️
Looking love in the eye “thou shalt be fair and answer me” This poetry is brilliantly penned! Wonderful read!
Universal questions – and masterful writing, Candice. ❤️
Nice. Very nice.
…or walk away lightfooted but really burning. And also I wonder where the love goes, and why people let it go without fighting to hold on, even a small piece– no it all goes away leaving such a mess
Holy shit, this is amazing!!
What’s to be said that others have not. Simply splendid is this!!! Je t’aime, N 🙂 ❤ xoxoxoxoxo
JOSEPH WORE A COAT OF MANY COLOURS, JESUS WORE A CROWN FIT FOR A KING
WHEN EVIL COMES IT DOESN’T WAVE A BANNER EVIL WILL NOT HARM US HEAR US SING
WE ARE UNITED WE ARE AS ONE YOU WILL NOT HARM US, YOU DO NOT BELONG.
ANTHEM OF UNITY BY CHINA ALEXANDRI SHARE THE MESSAGE PASS IT ON TO YOUR FOLLOWERS, CHINA
How you have summed up one of life’s most powerful mysteries
Thank you so much dearest Mer
Yes that is SUCH a good point. I wonder the very same thing. I really do. I can’t quite understand how you can go from one extreme to another. I know people say that’s the point, extremes, but to me, love isn’t that easy to rinse away.
Thank you so much
Thank you dearest one thank you
Right? I LOVE that poem
Thanks. I’ve thought I might make it a blog post on its own.
DO IT!
I will. Thanks again.
This is beautiful and profound. Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Debbie
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Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer.
Outstanding work my friend and I agree.
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