Poetry / Love, I Do Not Know It

There’s no story, no epic tale to tell.
about the girl, or chica, that always had cared.

—Que tienes?, She asks
my eyes stray away from her.
I tug my jacket, trying to separate my thoughts

Thoughts of lust,
I must I must, (thoughts of cliche)
thoughts my mind developes all on its own.

my eyes stray away from her
again.  A pounding on my skull
a headache.  Love is
a bitch, is life, but it is
beautiful.  this feeling that we share, that is
life.  Our lips meeting for the first time our
hearts, like my jacket, separate from the tug of
my thoughts that never seem to make sense that
my thoughts never seem to make sense
that my never seems to sense make thoughts
that thoughts never make my sense to seem
perdido, lost.

My eyes still stray away from her.
A Headache is Love,
I do not know it.

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PoeticallyFresh avatar General Friend

February 29, 2008

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A little confusing. maybe you should have called it confusing instead, but I like it so keep up the good work.

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October 24, 2007

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Hi again, I like this one more the more times I read it. Is espanol your family language? That would explain the curious juxtaposition of the last three lines. I have some, enough to read this and most of your other stuff. Strange thing about spanish, if you throw french into a poem it always comes out pretentious. Not so con espanol. The words ‘I must I must’ sort of throw me out of the rhythm. Take away the brackets from ‘thoughts of cliche’. You have your own voice here, with a degree of repetition as an unusual part of that and the above kills it for me.
‘I do not know it’ is ambiguous without direction. it throws us nowhere. I think, ‘but I do not know it’ brings it home and personal, leaving us with two inescapable conclusions, 1. He does not yet understand that this headache is really love.  2. That he understands, but does not have the right kind of headache, therefore, he knows he is not in love. That’s enough tease for any reasonably educated reader.
Bill

Ace avatar General Friend

October 21, 2007

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I enjoyed this read.  I spotted in error in the fourth stanza towards the end, the line with ‘never’ in it seems to be missing a word or two.  The repetition worked well for the piece.  The last stanza was a strange comparison for me.  ’Headache’ and ‘love.’  Perhaps there are better was to compare?  Just a suggestion.  Either way, don’t give up and keep on writing!

Ace

FireAtWilll013 avatar General Stranger

October 14, 2007

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I like this. I must say your fifth line is my favorite, however I love your long group that is together. I too don’t have the headache of love. But how I wish I did. I think a lot of people will be able to relate to this and therefore will love it. I like how you also mixed in spanish, clever.

Ayame avatar General Friend

June 14, 2007

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I’ve lurked around urbis for a while, waiting until I find something good to write a review for and I found it tonight.  

I love your way of intermingling the Spanish and English in your poetry.  It makes it very personal.  I also love the way you chopped up the lines (not making each line a whole though); it adds to the feeling of confusion the speaker is feeling.

This is a very touching poem because it deals with so many real emotions.  Too many times people try to hide the sad side of love.  They want it to be all rainbows and smiles, but the truth is “love is a bitch”.  Even when you love someone, there are still times when you doubt it and have emotions like the speaker in this poem.  I have nothing negative about this poem, nor any of your work.

You are an amazing writer.  Keep it up.  

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