How Fortunate You Are, Not to be a Tapestry of Love
Those of you who say you have found love or that love has found you or even that love is a friend, how fortunate you are. I have sought love for as long as I can recall, yet all I am left with now are these melancholic yet truthful words and my hopeful yet relatively unheard musical feeling. Is this how to avoid love's grasp by wishing and begging for someone to understand my inexhaustible longing for an eternal companion? How cruel the world must be if this question is indeed well founded and from my perspective, on the bench playing heartfelt cries for love on the keys only to be ignored, the world must be the cruel one feared by the righteousness of this question. To all those around me, I am a tapestry, an extravagant and flamboyant addition to the atmosphere of the room, but in this, an unfeeling tapestry with no want or need of love and companionship. No one need warrant any attention to the tapestry or his music, there is no meaning in it. How greatly I am wronged in this. How cruel the world is. How fortunate you are to say love is a friend.
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namjad
First of all, the idea of humans being a tapestry is WONDERFUL! It's a perfect word for what we are, made of bits and fabrics of different things is a chaotic yet perfectly designed way. It was a refreshing description, I also like your word choice, it's odd and delightful and reminds me of a broody and eccentric yet thoughtful and poetic personality. I especially love this phrase: hopeful yet relatively unheard musical feeling. It's got a certain feeling of intangible yet visible feeling and one that we all get. I also like this: I am a tapestry, an extravagant and flamboyant addition to the atmosphere of the room. You reject and accept yourself throughout the poem, keep being thoughtful.
Also, I recommend you look up some poems by Shane Koyczan, I think you'll appreciate his reflections on life.