"...I start with one of my poems then..." went the goblin

[fleamailman]

growing old
what now, do you still want your past
and how would you, if I may ask,
still believe then those lies of innocence
now dispelled through your own experience
delicately masked not to betray your age
so do you still wish to turn back this page,
and are you really so shallow and cheap
that some youthful need is all you seek,
amongst the blind who now share this pain
and as if the past could be relived again
while forgetting that old age has a goal
to seek within to find one's soul
and if not a "soul" a simpler wealth
to reach within to find "oneself"

-fleamailman-

[fleamailman]

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My childhood
A poem to a ghost
a memory nothing more
a boy upon the coast
a wind upon the shore
a promise upon that gust
as if the two of us
could swap (what we saw)

- fleamailman -

[fleamailman]

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Ex-girlfriend
If I had known what I know now
I would not have asked
Nor grown somehow
Into that person in your past
Who remembers you still.

If I had better hidden what I hide today
I would not have shown you
Nor given away
The me that remains out of view
That l have to kill.

If I could hate you like I hated then
I would not have come today
Nor dashed again
These passions lovers pay
when all comes to nill.

-fleamailman-

[Astralzombie]

Your poetry is excellent. I find that at times, I enjoy poetry but I would certainly not say that I'm passionate about it. I fancy myself a writer and I'm very critical of others. Poetry is so subjective and deeply personal that posting it leaves the author open to certain vulnerabilities. And a deflated ego is one. Well, no worries there. Again, good work.