Tag Archives: love and loss

How the Mighty Gods Fall

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We make them our gods, bow for forgiveness, sacrifice our ego,  then discover we loved a narcissist, and wisdom was asleep while we built altars for humans.

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Oh, how the mighty gods that we build, fall;

how they crumble and fall, when we lose our faith

Oh, how our hearts that we’ve made so stout, break;

how they break and shatter, when we become a wraith

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The first glance that we steal is sheer attraction,

it’s only the silver lining that shines, and that we see

There may be billowing clouds of darkness within,

but ‘go on, be a fool!’, our desires make a strong plea

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Attachment comes groveling and crawling then,

masking our insecurities and binding us with chains

They become the reasons for our happiness and sorrow,

as stupidity thrives and runs through our veins

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Then comes love, the sweet, sickly love,

we make them our gods, with our knees so weak

We bow to them, and we seek their forgiveness;

we sacrifice our ego, we aim only to please

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The final stage is hurt, it is a cold, sharp dagger;

with the blade of betrayal, it cuts our hearts deep

That we loved a narcissist, it comes as a shock;

knowing it all along, our wisdom was asleep

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While we are doing all this to ourselves,

our subconscious stands as a somber guard

She is hard steel, she doesn’t care for any gods;

amidst the raging chaos, her stance is always hard

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We stand aside and we look at ourselves;

misery, anguish, and the loss of all faith

When the mighty gods that we build, fall,

we become the ghosts of ourselves, a grey wraith

The Inevitability of Sorrow (Previosuly, Seeds of Happiness and Fruits of Sorrow)

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What if happiness is only the beginning of sorrow?

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All those who cultivate seeds of happiness,

will one day surely, eat the bitter fruit of sorrow

It’s your destiny, and your legacy, my dear child,

just follow your past, don’t seek a new tomorrow

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All those who know how to love and how to care,

will one day surely meet a sad and lonely end

It’s bound to happen, oh please don’t weep or cry,

it’s not something broken that you can readily mend

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All those who dance, and who laugh clear and loud,

will one day surely shed the bitter tears of loss

It’s the rule, my friend, you can’t run and fight,

you always pay the price, you always bear the cross

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All those who forgive and carry no black grudge,

will one day mourn the loss of their own hearts

You can’t keep on giving, giving more and some more,

there’re always expectations, even when hope departs

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Those who plan and cater for all possible regrets,

will certainly be the most regretful of all in the end

Regrets are the fires that keep the memories warm,

without regrets, there’s only coldness, you can’t tend

When the Mirror Broke Again (Previously, Lament of the Loss)

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A poem about mending each other, only to discover the mirror breaks again.

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Neither you were broken, nor I, when I met you first,

only the mirror was broken into a thousand pieces

Neither you were crushed, nor I, when we met at our worst,

only the world was folded into a thousand creases

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We picked up the pieces with bleeding fingers,

our love just made the mirror whole once again

Arranging the shining puzzle on a matrix of red,

unfolding the creases, we removed every stain

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I chose to polish you, and you chose to polish me;

I showed you the beauty, playing sweet violins

I chose to strengthen you, and you chose to strengthen me;

you showed me how the real affection begins

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I showed you the colors, vibrant and fragrant;

I embraced your troubles and kissed away your tears

You showed me how to make the ultimate surrender;

supporting my struggles, you pushed away my fears

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We loved and we fought, and we made up again,

we found some warmth under the cold, dead frost

We agreed and we disagreed, and settled what we could,

we cried bitterly, when we thought all was lost

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Towards the end, we became a wholesome one,

cherishing our victory, thinking that’s what peace is

With our souls entwined, we thought we had won,

but the mirror broke again, into a thousand pieces

Symphony of Loss

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Perhaps it was never really love—only obsession wearing a beautiful mask.

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Let you and me sit in the dark glen of misery,

and turn the faded pages of our long-lost history

The words have evaporated into the space and time,

while our souls were dancing their egoistic mime

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Let you and me play the symphony of bitter loss,

and try to trace our names in the wet green moss

The moisture has dried, the fragrance is gone,

while our patience was waiting for another dawn

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Let you and me sit under the old and bent trees,

and collect the shattered pieces of sun on bent knees

The leaves have all dried and are crumbling into bits,

while we were fighting each other to the end of our wits

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Let you and me think of passion spent and gone stale,

and recollect broken dreams, faded and already pale

They have receded into oblivion, the vision has died,

while we were pursuing our desires on a high tide

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Let you and me cry and scream our hearts out,

and try to fill in the cracks left behind by drought

The cracks are widening with the passage of time,

while we thought forgiving was an unthinkable crime

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Let you and me hold each other under the stars,

and find solace in intimacy, which was never really ours

The kisses have gone bland, and the embraces so cold,

while we stood against each other, feeling so bold

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Let you and me erase each other and forget what we had,

and allow our longing to die instead of rotting and going bad

The stink is burning our eyes and bringing unwanted tears,

while we focused on our ambition and our very own fears

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Let you and me say farewell and forget we were in love,

and permit our hearts to heal like a wounded dove

Perhaps it was never love that we thought we had,

perhaps it was just a crazy obsession, making us both mad