I resist talking about your feelings and fears,
perhaps now is the time to bottle residual tears.
Is it me really talking, or just playing a game?
Sometimes I feel angry, sometimes I feel pain.
I want us to be happy, is that too much to ask?
Is living for our love, simply living in the past?
Let us stop and listen, to advice we may receive,
Remove life’s pressure, so we can both succeed!
This does not mean, you can no longer be my friend,
it’s simply a cruel twist, in life’s path without an end.
Who are you? What are you? Where is your plan?
Too many questions, in this weird wonderland!
Perhaps I am scared, of delving too deep,
finding your truth, may take from my sleep.
My poem portrays more, than one single thought,
but a pen cannot tell, if what you read will distort.
Perhaps I am scared of saying erroneous things,
to incriminate, sadden or halt bold beginnings.
Have we finally stopped, smelling the beautiful roses?
or dancing the same tune, sharing wonderful poses?
Are we caught on the thorns that keep us apart?
Or lost control of our way, like a tearaway cart?
One thing is for sure, it is what you have become,
the most beautiful Rose, in today’s red setting sun.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.