It's my destiny.
When I look at you, what I see
Are changes to be made,
Sushine cloaked in shade,
A heart to shape and use
And tenderness to bruise.
You should see it in my eyes
Behind my sweet words, insincerity and lies,
The ugly creature wrapped in skin
With fists, teeth, hatred and sin.
But you guard your dreams,
The wind in your hair and the world at your feet.
And you dream your life away
As I decay.
Copyright 2003 Nicholas Alan Tillemans. All rights reserved.
Ouch! This is one of those that leave me a bit speachless. I find your poetry intriguing...well written but seeming to make some sort of statement. By shocking perhaps you make a more powerful statement. This is the antithesis of all I believe but it is where I once was.
Chanti
You are certainly a non romantic poet. Nitty gritty drives this one.
Reviewed by Mike Philbin (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2003
If you haven't already, you gotta check out the NEKROMANTIK series of movies, by German director Jorg Buttgereit who is quoted as saying, "RED HEDZ (my first novel under the pseudonym Michael Paul Peter) would make the PERFECT David Cronenberg movie." Great poem, Nicholas.
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2003
Good poem full of depth !!!
Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2003
powerful stuff
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2003
Nicholas, it seems you are trying to build perfecton and yet decay inhabits your personal self. She seems to see perfection in her self; while you see change and growth toward perfection; which you cannot bring about due to your personal decay. With decay inside of you = perfection would seem impossible? Bill
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As I decay.
..this hit home..hard!!!
vesna*
Chanti
You are certainly a non romantic poet. Nitty gritty drives this one.
Sandie Angel :o)
~E
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