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Soul Food for the Chocolate Lover
Sunday, 5 October 2003
Without Being Was
A 14 yr. old girl,
a 26 yr. old man:
two friends,
two poets,
two lovers without knowing.

Only 14 winters
but carries herself with maturity.
Without wanting to
she has fallen in love
with a man of 26.

For a long time he has lied to himself,
and he doesn't want to admit it.
It's too late,
he already loves her.
He cannot permit it.

She only observes him
and listens to him attentively.
She doesn't tell him what she thinks,
what she hides,
what she feels.

He comforms himself with so little:
with a slight touch of her hand,
with the aroma
of her hair,
dreaming a kiss from her lips.

She gets lost in his eyes,
in the depth of their amber.
In his presence
her bravery
transforms into cowardness.

He really wants to tell her
but hasn't been able to.
There is the gap between their age
and the opinion of society
that denotes it as improper.

She writes to him every night
dedicating hin her verses.
With hope,
she lets him see them,
but she keeps her secret.

He does the same
and shows her his notebook
full of love
and the desire
of recieving just one kiss.

She has taken a decision,
she has to tell him
that she loves him,
she desires him
that without him she won't live.

He has reached despair
If he sees her he will touch her.
Don't see her,
don't thouch her.
Today this has to stop.

She continued to wait,
but he never came back.
By surprise
and by mail
a notebook arrived.

Far, far away
there lives an insane man
with no name,
with no home,
with no job.

Everyone fears him.
No one tries to give him help.
In every female
he sees a girl
he has never forgotten.

They have found a 14 yr. old girl
laying in her room
grasping a notebook in one hand
and a knife
in the other.

From her hand,
still alive,
grasping on to the notebook,
she sees how her blood is leaving
with her last memory.

Tied to a strain jacket
a man lives in sourness
remembering nothing but a love
for whom he prefered to go insane for
before comitting an insanity.

Far, far away,
drowning in pitty and pain,
two confused parents
watch the grave of their little girl
who killed herself for love.

Going with her to her grave
tha little girl takes a notebook
full of verses
and blood
and of love: a secret love.

A 14 yr. old girl,
a 26 yr. old man;
he is insane,
she is dead:
a love that without being was.

Posted by chocolate_freak_04 at 12:30 PM CDT

Monday, 6 October 2003 - 5:56 PM CDT

Name: Beverly
Home Page: http://diivababy.tripod.com/cryofayoungdiva

the poem was sad and very true you saida lot of things that a lot of people would not say. you sould probably fixed the missed spelled words. Could you explain the ending? Was this a true poem? good imagery. until next time...

Tuesday, 7 October 2003 - 11:15 PM CDT

Name: Judith Adelaila GOmez
Home Page: http://emoboxermonkey.tripod.com/monkeycreations

its really good well the story isnt good but the way you wrote it is. you use good detail and emotion but the words dont really flow but i think thats just cuz i like poems with a beat but its good it broke my heart

Friday, 10 October 2003 - 1:41 PM CDT

Name: Naisha
Home Page: http://http:gapnbp4.tripod.com/Monkey4Poetry

WOW that was a really good poem. I liked it alot!!!!!!!!! You are very talented. BYE SEE YOU LATER!!!!!! :)

Friday, 10 October 2003 - 1:41 PM CDT

Name: Naisha
Home Page: http://gapnbp4.tripod.com/Monkey4Poetry

WOW that was a really good poem. I liked it alot!!!!!!!!! You are very talented. BYE SEE YOU LATER!!!!!! :)

Saturday, 11 October 2003 - 9:19 AM CDT

Name: **Candice

This was a good poem. I liked it alot. I can offer very little critisism...there was only one line that didnt make much sence to me..."before comitting an insanity." But everything else was perfectly clear, and beautiful.

Monday, 13 October 2003 - 9:39 PM CDT

Name: Yesenia
Home Page: http://GhettoLatina_101.Tripod.com/TotalWakeness/

Hhhhhhhmmmmm, well what can i say u left me speachless, this poem was so.... so... exuberant!!!! it was a very well thought out story and it really touched me in ways u would not beleive.... its a very powerful description.... Very good job.... on a different note i just wanted to say keep ur head up girl.... the sun will come out and make everything better.... i hope the the sun is almost out in your afterstorm day....

1 Love from da Princess

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