Sadly they are around, the emotional counterpart of the gigolos.
This is the other side of many a medal that offers a dreamlike in one and a nightmare on the other.
Just fantasy ramblings...
A long piece of ice is embedded
in a made of green stone heart,
maybe the cold and hard intruder
give some warmth to the heart.
Of frozen lives forgotten letters
the ones not inspired by the heart,
unbroken, empty dark silences
beats not coming from that heart.
Petrified forest of very old trees
nothing there but a deadly heart
which will poison any intruder
looking for love in a dead heart.
Library of ancient mute books
wrote by blinds without a heart
to teach her the art of deceiving
man with tenderness in his heart.
Transylvanian bloodthirsty wench
that sucks life from any heart,
love vampire that only takes
without giving any of her heart.
Born a delicate iridescent butterfly
God didn’t forget to put a heart,
but she flew to the candle’s flame
and for lust she traded her heart.
A spear made of ice came inside
of a hard green stone made heart,
maybe she will get some warmth
when Hell freezes over her heart.
WHAT ONE SEES...IS USUALLY WHAT ONE GETS... ONE CANNOT 'MAKE A HEART OVER'...IT IS KEPT IN THAT CONDITION TO PROTECT ITSELF...MAYBE...FROM YOU. GREAT WRITE - ENJOYED AND THANKS FOR SHARING. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Georg, I love these lines, "but she flew to the candle’s flame
and for lust she traded her heart." So many, men and women have fallen into this trap...so very sad.
Wow! this is so deeply felt Georg! It floods the heart turning it to ice...I'm shivering, like a bloodless creature,vampires always make me cringe...Excelent Georg!
Please Jorge, say it ain't so! You did say this was "Fantasy Write." Right? There can't be no wimmin out there like that, they are all such petite fleurs.
Arrrrr
Well done and so vivid that the air seemed to drop a notch or two in my room as I was reading this. Brilliant imagery and the repetitive use of the word heart instead of rhyming added a different stroke to the rythem of this one.
wicked temptaions with the power of beauty & the destructions of a curse...knowing the difference is hard for some, it's a sad thing to know but love's deception happens...what makes a heart so stone cold with venom? & another so free to love selflessly above their ownself?
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
The line that struck me most was, "...and for lust she traded her heart." Powerful and moving dark images of sadness and mortification.
This is a gem, written by a G.E.M. Georg E. Mateos, per your initials!
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of a hard green stone made heart,
maybe she will get some warmth
when Hell freezes over her heart.
This stanza says it all.
Lovely poem, George.
She'll be dodging them there green stones one day! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
and for lust she traded her heart." So many, men and women have fallen into this trap...so very sad.
Love,
ET
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Arrrrr
Walt
Cheers,
Dan
Christine
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Fee
God didn’t forget to put a heart,
but she flew to the candle’s flame
and for lust she traded her heart"
There's more than one of these "creatures" around, best to steer clear of them once discovered...good writin' Georg...ED
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Great write, enjoyed
The Buzzard
This is a gem, written by a G.E.M. Georg E. Mateos, per your initials!