"Untitled" by P.Flack
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Creasing easier, he see's her, leaves the seas bleaker -
grieves the gene pool beeker.

Beliefs teaser, he flee's her, betrays the tease meeker -
seizes the seen fool seeker.

Seasons leadings, treat her seedings, the glass leaker -
feeds the mean tool critiquer.

Intention span, spinning freakier, the feather breaker -
being faker the intender expands the seamless maker.

Detention plan, winning sleeker, a conflicted shifter -
left her a forsaker, what was so wrong made the plant so strong
as the caretaker.

Why? Why could anyone resuscitate to identify my state, to bait
unhooked dreams to unholy beams?

Why? Why would someone recreate to justify my rate, too late
booked in the seemless seam?

There is no safer, nor saner there, no stailer is the abstainer that
fails the sane.

There isn't a hailer, no vainer there, no tailor nor the obtainer that
scales the vain.

There is no staker, nor the forsaker there, no prayer, fields to the
grainier pales in the stake.

There isn't any better, nor the best there, no worse layer yields to
the stainer's scales in no mistake.

Wow great prose and alliteration, PFlack

Someone translate please. What is it saying?

It's like having a crush on someone you know you can't go out with, and you can't let go of that feeling after your not around that person anymore for so many years. You eventually have to let go, but not without the torture of wondering if they felt the same way about you. You figure out eventually it wasn't even worth the crush when you were 'around' the person then. Even when you were going out with someone else, it still didn't matter. You just never figured it out. It happened to me in college - I had a crush on this woman, and I couldn't get her out of my head for years, & we didn't say one word to each other for the years we were around. She always looked at me, and I thought she was even a lezzie once, but I couldn't tell.

It was out of sight/mind. You get vibes from people, and if you don't make a move, you regret it for so long. & you really, really have to let go or it becomes an obsession.

& thanks again Yele.

I had to read it again, and this was my favorite part:

That was just brilliant.

Ahh, the one that might have gotten away. TY

It was about, punishing myself for thinking 'something' couldve happened between us when afterwards I had to change my mind. Eventually stop punishing myself for thinking it wouldve, when I didn't really know her that well at all. As much as I wanted to. I thought of her as the 'forsaker' but I was like 'no way not her this is your fault'. So I got over that.
I was straight those years - (no drugs/alcohol ect.)

Eventually I was a weed smoker, and I had a few occasions of smoking to get over it- so that is the 'plant so strong as the caretaker'.

Actually I incorrectly thought it was about watering a weed to make it strong.
Great that you transcended it, PFlack.

We weren't in the same classes, but were art students, and one day when I had portrait painting to do, she was a student/model for 3 days. On that one third day I broke up with my girlfriend at the time, and it was when I was just about done with that painting of her. She looked at me this one time like 'what's wrong?'.

I was in soooo much pain. Years later, I couldn't deal with it anymore. I burnt the painting.... .... But eventually it was getting to be too much.

Basically, no she wasn't the one that got away. I was, and....I can't regret it (seizes the seen fool seeker). That's what the poem is mostly about.

'Intention span (awake & trying not to think of her), spinning freakier (asleep and dreaming of her unintentionally) , the feather breaker ( a pillow ), being faker ( the dream itself ) the intender expands the seamless maker ( being able to get over the dream since dreams are the opposite of reality - "faker" ).'

Well that is actually this area....

'Seasons leadings, treat her seedings,( in other words 'leave her alone it probably isn't worth it), the glass leaker ( looking into a mirror and crying - because I couldn't figure it out & I was lonely), feeds the mean tool critiquer ( I still had to be an artist after - no matter how upset I was, even if I was a 'tool' about it.)

Keep it up if you write like that normally. It's deep.