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Two Lovebirds

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Two Lovebirds sit beside one another

on a bus-stop bench

cuddling whispering shooting the breeze

Kissing for the world to see

and envy

I feel deprived

I want the lie

they believe in

I want to feel

without reason

I want to share

without criticism

I want to connect

like they do

I feel deprived

Must I roll my eyes

when I see them?

Must I feel sick

When I hear songs about them?

Must I hold contempt

against the Two Lovebirds

who seem to know

How to Love One Another?

Or must I cease any questioning

and let myself live?

To Love In Vain?

Must I hold my tongue

and suppress my urge to regurgitate my Thai curry

all over the sidewalk?

At the sight of the Two

Young Pristine Lovebirds

I feel deprived

and envious

After all is said and done

I secretly hope they do not mock me

As I do them

I only hope my loneliness

will soon cease to exist

So that I may not

resist

The sight of the Two Lovebirds anymore

Whilst listening to sappy love songs

I could care less for...

Oh look---

They've disappeared!

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I like this poem; it's content and pace were very good, though I felt that the line about regurgitating the Thai curry was out of character with the rest of the piece. The tone went from a silent, reflective despair to disgust and then back...

I like this poem; it's content and pace were very good, though I felt that the line about regurgitating the Thai curry was out of character with the rest of the piece. The tone went from a silent, reflective despair to disgust and then back again. Your ending was a sarcastic confirmation of your beliefs and was also effective.

As for the content, I agree with what you say. It is the curse of all true artists and philosophers to understand the rotten nature of humanity and live with it every day, alone. The rest just loves to dab themselves with the "Parfume of Pretensions," but it still smells like carrion to me.

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Actually, the reason I put the Thai curry bit in there was because I had actually gotten a stomach ache while writing this. I tried the curry for the first time that day and it made feel sick afterwards. haha

Ah yes, I cannot agree more about...

Actually, the reason I put the Thai curry bit in there was because I had actually gotten a stomach ache while writing this. I tried the curry for the first time that day and it made feel sick afterwards. haha

Ah yes, I cannot agree more about our curse as artists. We're outsiders whether we embrace it or not. We're simply observers of life and its absurdities. To deny ourselves that is to deny our unique perspective. I like to write about things that affect me, good and bad, but I must be honest about it. Writing is my catharsis. It allows me to vent about what I am repulsed by and what bothers me as an individual. Anything less would be deceitful.
Pretentiousness is a disease many writers are afflicted by nowadays, unfortunately. I however do my best not to come across that way. Writing should come from the heart and soul above all.

Nevetheless, Thank you for your insightful comment.

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Yes, intellectual honesty. Let the pretentious artists be damned along with Norman Rockwell.

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Yes. It's quite sad that banality is so revered in our culture.

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