New Age Romantic.

By Echoes of Orpheus

*alternate title - when 2 loves are not the same*



It's been a while since I've taken one of these walks,
2 a.m. down some empty streets
and glad that spring
doesn't feel like spring just yet.
So much on the mind that
without the chill I might forget I'm here.

My perfect park bench is waiting for me,
out of the street lights
but close enough to watch.
No cars tonight, just me and the moon.
The stars aren't missed
they just remind me of past poems,
trickles of words that once escaped
when my heart hit high tide.

The phase of asking myself where I went wrong
is long passed.
I refuse to regret,
maybe finding some sense of honor
in never breaking my promises
and never breaking faith
in that one belief
that saved
and held me together
for so long
and so well.

The questions have become simpler
in that the options are now less.
But there is no choice without its loss,
ever.

There are some things
in love
that philosophers wont touch
for fear of both the difficulty of the problem
and fear of the answer.

And I imagine all the situations
where no answer is right.
I can see the widow at the wedding
catching the bouquet
and staring at it blankly
knowing what it means
and the duel between heart and mind
if she should drop or hold it.

I would tell her to drop it.
That her dead husband is waiting for her
on the other side,
remind her of the vows
and how she said he was the one.

Another may tell her
its time to move on in life
and fall in love again.

I believe in the one
but assume
that the one for me doesn't,
or at least not as I do.

The world has changed
and the meanings behind those classic love poems
are wilting with their pages.



But no comparisons fit
and its just me and the moon tonight.

Two options and an urge to use a coin
because I just can't decide what's right anymore.

There is no question that at least one heart breaks.
It already is.
When the one walks away
in search of something else
there are two options
in the very predictable,
very Shakespearean book of a romantic.

To live a life and never love again,
and watch your lover love
as your heart shreds itself between your ribs.

Or to see that with love lost there is nothing left
and stop the pain.



I don't know what life is anymore without her.



No matter what note was left
she would know why it was done
and she would hurt,
breaking a promise made long ago.

That promise I made, out of love,
is the only thing holding me back.






*Comments about the general messages/statements are welcomed, comments about the insinuation in the ending will be deleted. This is no attention grabbing 'emo' poem by intention, assume it is all just in theory*


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  • Leith Plunkett On Thursday, April 16, 2009, Leith Plunkett (242)By person wrote:

    (I can see the widow at the wedding catching the bouquet and staring at it blankly) These lines especially break my heart...If it were a poem i picked up by an unknown poet I would comment on the magical yet somber imagery and how powerful it pulls on the heartstrings...Coming from yourself I also see the untold. I take the ending probably a little different than intended, more like a dying of some pure light that shall never burn as bright. You and me already know each others views and how that "bouquet" even if caught, withered to dust losing any such lustre. Overall a wonderful piece but it hurt so much to read.

  • Dissolving Poet On Saturday, April 11, 2009, Dissolving Poet (564)By person wrote:

    I'm not sure if its me or you but I wanted to feel more out of this poem.. I felt cardboard, a wall. Something that leaves little to be desired.. I think maybe it is me and it's a wrong time to read your poetry. . I'm not sure.. I NEVER have anything bad to say about it usually

  • blue On Monday, April 6, 2009, blue (1454)By person wrote:

    I can say nothing, except: This disproves beyond any doubt your statement of "I must barely know what the word means" And that is truth my friend. ~b

  • Echoes of Orpheus On Tuesday, April 7, 2009, Echoes of Orpheus (368)By person wrote:

    Thank you, this meant a lot to me.

  • blue On Thursday, April 9, 2009, blue (1454)By person wrote:

    You are most welcome.

  • carlosjackal On Thursday, April 9, 2009, carlosjackal (2468)By person wrote:

    The double stamp of Guarenteed Quality: A bookmark each from Bri and Nessa :) May all doubt be disspelled!

  • A former member wrote: modern day heartache,...yet all the makings of archaic credential,..i truly dont know the spheric rules of love and fate,..but i do feel that a life lived under strict condition that there only be that one for he/her..would could should bring the art of 'heart making' to a level unparallel to the disfigurement that has been 'man-made' upon such a free honor and the right of all that live,...does make me wonder if the world would become one of despair with the fatality rate certain to soar,...or a place not unlike the heaven we wish for,...blinding write.

  • Narcissa On Sunday, April 5, 2009, Narcissa (403)By person wrote:

    "The stars aren't missed they just remind me of past poems"...what can I say? I know this and yet I can't help but think that love is different in each person we choose to love...when a piece of ourselves will always belong to one...there is always more of us to give...what else are we living for? This just made me think...you know...and to never open my heart again, to never embrace love...thats just wrong. This piece...another Id fav...hit me square in the heart...and it hurts. These are just my thoughts. my views. I know yours...and I hope all is well...

  • Fantecstasy On Sunday, April 5, 2009, Fantecstasy (128)By person wrote:

    I love the irony of the title that drips down when every word of this poem clings to "what was" rather than a new age. Oh, and "The world has changed / and the meanings behind those classic love poems / are wilting with their pages." - classic line, exceptionally done. *tips hat*

  • carlosjackal On Sunday, April 5, 2009, carlosjackal (2468)By person wrote:

    Woah..I hope this isn't based on your life right now and that all is in fact rosy with you and your Lady. This piece was magnificent in conveying the truth of having your heartbroken and describing those days/weeks/months after it happens. Brilliantly vivid, honest stuff :) No wonder Nessa faved this. -Carl

  • A former member wrote: this...is so intimately tragic. so soft it sounds spoken internal and i am intruding on your most private of places. and it is so deeply painful and so starkly wide.eyed crying beautiful. mon dieu; mon dieu.

  • Echoes of Orpheus On Sunday, April 5, 2009, Echoes of Orpheus (368)By person wrote:

    A bookmark from you... That was always one of my 'dream goals' as part of this site. Though I never expected it to be a piece like this

  • Mars On Sunday, April 5, 2009, Mars (333)By person wrote:

    This just about hurt me like a punch would. What am I to say to it..? Scholar

  • Echoes of Orpheus On Sunday, April 5, 2009, Echoes of Orpheus (368)By person wrote:

    don't say anything to it... and I never meant it to hurt you. I'll try not to write like this again it just had to get out...

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