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" - Cosmetic valentines are dull antiques - " Great line. Something about it that catches my attention! Very nice!

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Je Disparais


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I love fixed verse poetry.  This poem is based on the French Ballade form.  The English translation is I Disappear.  It's about as close as I get to writing anything personal.


I drive an appetite that never tires;
A gaping heart engulfing all it seeks.
I own a will that constantly misfires;
A mind subverted by its own critiques.
I navigate the valleys and the peaks
Of life's complex terrain with clumsy cheer.
Not prone to many extroverted streaks
I am the man that likes to disappear.


The common coquetry that love requires
Imbues no flush of passion on my cheeks.
I need a discharge from the jolted wires
Of hunger, or a sparkle from mystique's.
Cosmetic valentines are dull antiques
Compared to appetence which has no peer.
I know the damage disappointment wreaks;
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In solitude the social self expires,
And something in that swathe of silence tweaks
My maddened matrix with judicious pliers
To harmonize the inner strife that shrieks.
As loneliness begins its pangs and creaks
Against the bars that keeps its cravings near,
Denial is the only guard that speaks.
I am the man that likes to disappear.


          Sporadically a rare disclosure sneaks
          Around this skilled, theatrical veneer.
          The man I am appears in tiny peeks;
          I am the man that likes to disappear.


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