Yea in tender times, life flings dirt, throwing hurt on wounds, spitter bitter spat-- destroying the moment when hearts are in most leapbeats, pitter pat.
Tenderlove is a force, a thing unsatiated. A lovelocket aflame, a heart so alive in wondrificous compluvication. A welt, a wound cannot stop a warhearted wunderlovelocket in love with everyone, under-time, allover, for everly-ever!
Such wunderdrug, love is. Tis like being drunk, tipsy in tenderlove at all time. A curious drug that sends one into curiotrances of lovers dances.
What sort of thing is this? To be unafraid, to be unabashedly overbashed? trapped in repe-tative groove rut of underwhomping, overwelping thumpaweeping?
To be caught in fishtangled lovemangled nets of lovesuckers' hunters in an ocean, once thought to be filled with noughtly more than drops of lovelockets heartseeping lifelops.
Curious enoughly, the waters of loveseep-drops are filled with such bloodbeat hungry sharks, those fishers who hang their lovepiercing hooks in the water, just waiting to mangle a lovebiter who can do nothing less than leap at every chance to feed their loveful heart hungry enamoreyes so entranced by loves filfuelfires, who long to be held close to similar hot hearts that seep endless love to each others bloodlockets.
But I'm not afraid! No tearful fearfiller will steal my joyful wunderfillment that such lovelockets as mine derive life from. Such wonderplace things cannot be distinguished without lifejoints failing. No, we must meet death before we can part from such foolication as wunderdrugging on tenderlove!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tillytales of Lovelockets and Wunderloves
© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010
Posted by Aimée at 12:59 AM
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After metaphorically letting my hair down, I can see the imagery in this work.
I understand the "bitter spat" of life on the unguarded heart. It seems like only in tender times does life throw dirt to create wounds and even more so reopen wounds long forgotten.
It sure looks like an unsatisfied loving heart cannot be stopped, and understands words that humans; with lips controlled by their minds, and not hearts, arent allowed to speak!
"those fishers who hang their lovepiercing hooks in the water, just waiting to mangle a lovebiter who can do nothing less than leap at every chance to feed their loveful heart" Lol I see what your saying. Too many people use and abuse love like it is a game or it is replaceable. Those people cant understand the damage they do and wont understand what they are missing! Unfulfilled love is no love at all!
"But I'm not afraid! No tearful fearfiller will steal my joyful wunderfillment that such lovelockets as mine derive life from. " I really like this piece. No matter what, your going untill you die! Even if you spend your last life in search of that one other wunderlove.
I'm glad you let your hair down :) Your comments on this are brilliant, and I really enjoy reading them! haha, my silly heart has easily tumbled head over heels at your words!
"It looks like an unsatisfied loving heart cannot be stopped, and understands words that humans; with lips controlled by their minds, and not hearts, aren't allowed to speak". Absolutely! and wonderfully, poetically stated! :#)
I'm so glad you liked this piece! I was definitely taking a risk, and stepping out, trying the new something-rather that my heart was vying for.
haha, Corkille - Who are you? I don't know you, do I?
Lol I am just a guy that works in an office. I never really had a heart for poetry before. I would just screw around during that segment of english because I knew that I could make it up later in any other part of the class.
Well I'm so excited that my poetry could catch your attention, and, hopefully, capture your imagination! :)
Haha, and no worries - English class was always boring, with Robert Frost and some others being repeated to death, and ruining some classic works for us forever. lol!
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