Only in the light one may discover what they're missing. It's not easy. It's painful. But it's still so unbelievably better than the alternative. Thank you for a thoughtful comment, AELA 💙
The ending is so sad yet beautiful and it sounds like you speak of prostitution - a poem about such you pull off elegantly and there are a lot of beautiful lines in here creating mood through emotional imagery.
I think you'd need to be a young man who starts noticing the beauty of feminity and how distant it seems to understand it. The discovery that women are not interested back is such a one of a kind feeling. It's heartbreaking and may turn into bitterness or something far worse. My poem ends here, but... this feeling may push you way above your own limitations.
You’ve captured that specific, heavy late-night loneliness so perfectly.transition from the cold reality of cheap beer and pennies to the intellectual shield of Tarantino and Lynch is brilliant. Fantastic piece 🤍🖤
Perhaps, but I honestly don't know. I do know the other side of it, though I’ve definitely turned someone into a muse in my own poems. I guess half the time we just invent the people we write about anyway, right?
Good evening, Damien. I am no longer at an age where I would be called young, but strangely enough, it feels like the question of who I am has still never completely come to an end. 😇
Good morning (where I live), Keiichiro. It's Chris actually, but I don't mind since Damien is my good bud here and you might see us together here rather often :)
Don't let anyone (including yourself) dictate the criteria of youth. I've met people in their 80's who seemed younger than some 20yo grumpy shrooms. You can be anyone 🖤 Just trust yourself.
They wear borrowed faces
because their own
never felt like enough
in the light.
The dark
was never their enemy.
It was the only place
they didn't have to prove
who they were supposed to be.
— AËLA
Only in the light one may discover what they're missing. It's not easy. It's painful. But it's still so unbelievably better than the alternative. Thank you for a thoughtful comment, AELA 💙
damn 👏
The ending is so sad yet beautiful and it sounds like you speak of prostitution - a poem about such you pull off elegantly and there are a lot of beautiful lines in here creating mood through emotional imagery.
I think you'd need to be a young man who starts noticing the beauty of feminity and how distant it seems to understand it. The discovery that women are not interested back is such a one of a kind feeling. It's heartbreaking and may turn into bitterness or something far worse. My poem ends here, but... this feeling may push you way above your own limitations.
Ohhh yesss thank you for the clarification. The picture you chose makes more sense now too.
“the pretty girls with
their pink poetry,”
A poem about pink that turns out to be a dark night. And I’m not surprised.
I’m keeping this. 🩷
Also, the streetlights revealing the versions people try to be—pretty and accurate.
Thank you, pink poetress 🩷
You’ve captured that specific, heavy late-night loneliness so perfectly.transition from the cold reality of cheap beer and pennies to the intellectual shield of Tarantino and Lynch is brilliant. Fantastic piece 🤍🖤
Thank you, Ashu 🖤
Have you ever been that unreachable muse to someone?
Perhaps, but I honestly don't know. I do know the other side of it, though I’ve definitely turned someone into a muse in my own poems. I guess half the time we just invent the people we write about anyway, right?
That's very true. Another thought of yours that won't leave me at peace (that's a good thing 🖤.)
Absolutely love this.
Love all the movie references. And love Blade Runner 2049.
Thank you, Kasu 🖤
Ever borrowed a face from a movie?
"Moth-grey of their souls" is one of those lines that lodged itself in my brain. Beautiful image.
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At least they have beer🍺
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Thank you for ruining my day :)
I guess a 15 year old relationship and 3 kids vs a cold beer…
If you ask me I'd take the beer 😂😂 Beer doesn't ask you to take out the trash. 🍺
I don't think you can get lucky with a beer.
And kiddos are away for a weekend with their grandparents, so... 😅
That's what the rose 🌹 or the rabbit 🐰 is for
Yeah. Or a free evening with wife :)
I guess you can drink while they are being sitted 🤔🤔🤔
Yes, but no beer 🤣
Wow!! Love this!!
Omgg this is so well written you captured the late night loneliness, alienation and desperation to be someone else so well!
I'll assume it applies to girls too? I still remember how it hurt when I was a teenager.
Yeah definitely, it's a pretty universal feeling.
“Wearing borrowed faces” really touched me. Beautiful piece.
We all miss youth, and forget how requiring it was. Thank you, Diana 💛
Good evening, Damien. I am no longer at an age where I would be called young, but strangely enough, it feels like the question of who I am has still never completely come to an end. 😇
Good morning (where I live), Keiichiro. It's Chris actually, but I don't mind since Damien is my good bud here and you might see us together here rather often :)
Don't let anyone (including yourself) dictate the criteria of youth. I've met people in their 80's who seemed younger than some 20yo grumpy shrooms. You can be anyone 🖤 Just trust yourself.
“Wearing borrowed faces” excellent as ever 🖤
Thank you, queen 💚
Great write!👏😎
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Nice poem that has a thematic undercurrent of wanting to be someone else, but not being able to.
It is indeed. Thank you, Cedric 🖤