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Okay, I have to confess that I can't get over this, alright? I want to analyze it the way I felt it because it was awesome, believe me. Mel, I so dream to write like you, if only you know how much I do... I will explain it ok?

'I've heard whispers of Paris, lately'

ok...the way you said that,so clear and just assured your title, is just beyond my ability to describe...the way you take the simpliest of words and the simpliest of expressions and just weave them and turn them into a hell of a write ...the way you feel sad is so tender, the kind of tender that breaks ones heart and ...that just made me addictive to every word you say...I showed this to my stepmother (she reads lots of poetry) she was speechless in the first read ...she just loved it,I also showed it to my bestie, she couldnt read any of my poems after that, haha! Woman, where in the world do you bring your creativity from?? i just had a whole new notion about Paris...a whole new notion about poetry,at large...I loved that in a crazy way...just oh,Paris...how much you turned out to hold depth and meanings..

the way you explained what paris means to you, some place foreign, some place of love, ...love is a foreigner, love is something strange to you or perhaps foreign in a dreamy way, as if you are dreaming of that place, of love and all those stuff, i'm sorry i'm here over and over again, i just cant get enough of this..Io swear..

THe thing i'm talking bout...i mean the way you pick up some really simple words/terms that usualy look 'lame' in other pieces, the way you take them and make them magic...just makes me feel you're some kind of a witch or something lol because ur words chased me the whole time last night haha, i was reciting this poem in the balcony with that springy breeze, god if you know what i felt ..thats why i came back to comment again.. you have used the word 'beauty' which is ...you know what it is...you have used it three times in one stanza still i swear ya Melll that i loved that beginning more than anything else...its the tender thought ...the tender voice in your words, that make everything just magical.....And let me not talk about the way you use mythology...that way always succeeds ..always takes my heart away,

Mel, I've heard whispers of Paris lately
the city of love where a man designed a tower and called
it art, I guess it's something wonderful
but I've studied beauty through your words like
a surrealist painting...

you must write a novel and i'll be the first one to read it, I'm serious, try to write a novel, a short story...anything that is long because i was broken hearted when this ended ...
I wanted it to be a bit longer...write another poem..just like this one about ...hmmm lets see ...well whatever you will write, you'll find and create beauty within it...I just want to talk and talk about this...I'm sorry! and i apologize as well because of my grammatical errors but am on my phone typing so fast y'know ...its a torture ..in the Middle Ages way lol ...please please feature this PLEASE.

alright.. I promise this is the last time I'll leave my bs on ur comment area... just know that i'm never forgetting it okay?

I'm the opposite of a Narcissus,Paris
my reflection is just a reminder that
a heart is not enough in the city of love.........

GOD those words....

believe me ...if it was your heart that poured all of this sweetness then it's enough by all means..
I adore you,so much!

I'm the only one allowed to stalk Mel"s poetry...stop stealing the spot light nano xxoxo

Well,yakz i love you but stfu haha i cant stop it omggggg stalkerishhhhhhh

I LIKEEEEEEEEEEEE
WITH CAPS YEAH YEAH I AM NOT COPYING YOU BUT TTTTT

I AM BAGGGHH

This has gotten weird...

I can't believe I haven't commented on this before. I feel like I did, so maybe we talked about it? I can't remember.. but this is just.. ah.

I have my own idea about the first stanza.. but I'm not sure how to say it without actually saying it. It's like finding someone who reminds you of the past, or made you feel a little bit like you used to, and so you're creating this person into who and what the past was, even though they don't compare, not even close, you're going to pretend anyway, because it doesn't hurt as bad that way. The first stanza broke my heart.

Paris isn't the right city, there are so many other foreign lands that will appeal to all your senses that the visit will seem... perfect.

You were born to write, dreams, poems, art, stories, letters, texts, anything. Everything you say is poetic, everything has a message and wisdom and gorgeousness.

"I love time but time doesn't love those
who cower behind written words..

.. like I do. "

You love time, and it's not too late. ;) I think for the first time I read a poem of yours and thought 'yep, I got it' and now I need to hug you. lol. This is one of the many poems I could read over and over and get lost in so many different senses. Gorgeous writing, as always, Mel.

No no, I'll hug her. Shooo britt! oxoox

Damn this the very first piece i have ever stalked, you're the very first poetess I have ever loved this much. Would you believe me if I tell you that I have learnt this by heart? EVERY word? EVERY comma?

Oh dang it Mel... You better watch out the next time you hold your pen intending to write something new because I cannot take it anymore.

Seriously..
I could create a whole play out of this. You're wonderful.

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Well, I don't think I could say anything that wasn't already said in the comments above lol. I'm not going to break it down and say what I loved about each thing... there is no point, it's all beautiful. Paris <3

Sighs- the author of this piece really has talent beyond the stars and moon in my opinion. She has taken sorrow and sadness and created a poem that can make a rock cry!
The title got me, at first I felt like it was going to be something sorrowful and tragic that happened but as I started reading the poem... I instantly new "Paris" the title itself was a powerful and elegant metaphor... or how I interpreted it to be... awesome title!!
First stanza: Mercy! That first stanza just plummeted me into another dimension... You have a talented way of expressing your feelings towards this person you write about.

"but I will call you
Paris anyway because you are far
too beautiful to be anything else."
^^^ these three line are just wow.....
second stanza: "Paris" city of love and also heart break... within this stanza you make the reader feel your pain and how this person hurt you, within so many ways ....... it's elegance within your words that captivates the reader and allows them to feel the sadness.

"I think I was born to write dreams -
the kind that makes you sleep for hours. "

these two lines, are the heart of the poem in my opinion, and I now think back to those in depth dreams that i have wished for at one point in time.

third stanza: Narcissus: poisonous flower; you are the "rose and he is the weed"( I had to toss my odd analogy in there) ... love the usage of that word... the reader feels the pain, and can feel the loneliness without this person however you also allow the reader to reflect on the negativity of this person and how it will fade in time... but that is difficult to do.
Ending comment: sometimes, written words are the voice of our heart; don't stop writing, for you have mesmerized me with this heartfelt write! - Well done Melpomene

It's rare to see Melpomene post poetry and not see it up on the front page, and this poem is no exception. Her first few lines draw a reader in, making you wonder where exactly she will go. Does she not think the Eiffel Tower is beautiful? It sounds bitter, like someone has taken her ability to see beauty away. The end of the first stanza proves that indeed it's too beautiful, and brings you into a whirlwind of emotions open to interpretation. She hasn't been to Paris, yet her lover or this man is like Paris to her... the ultimate feeling in love lost. I love the way she writes so highly and then lowly of her characters, as proof she felt like a fool, or was fooled, by someone who promised her fairytales and happy endings, only leaving her to suffer the pieces. I'm a strong believe in "all you need is love" being false, and here

"My reflection is a reminder that a heart is never
enough in the city of love. "

she rings how I've been feeling so true. The way her repetition within her own lines work is beautiful to me, she crafts her words in a way no other than a true artist can. I could go on for days about how gorgeous this piece of poetry is and how easily it can tug on the heartstrings. This poem is absolute perfection.

OH my freaking Lord.

I was actually looking through your pieces for one of your older works that I can't remember the name of and came across this..how the heck did I miss this one?!

Ohh Smurfie..(I just decided that's too old now, so I'm going to be different and call you Liss or Lissa instead ;)

Anyway.

THIS. IS. BEAUTIFUL.!

"but I will call you
Paris anyway because you are far
too beautiful to be anything else."

Oh I think I just fell in love. These are in my opinion the best lines you pen here..I freaking adore how you manage to portray how Paris is meant to be the city of love and something so beautiful by personifying the person you are talking about/to into Paris themselves. Ahh. I just keep re-reading these lines over and I love them more every time.

Your second stanza..holy cow. I love how you compare Paris and the London Bridge and being in the UK and old enough to remember the London bombings, this is what the phrase the London bridge brings me back to..which makes for such powerful melancholy here, and of course this works wonders with the tone of this whole poem!

"I think I was born to write dreams -
the kind that makes you sleep for hours. "

I don't know why..but this makes me think of suicide/overdosing..so perhaps you meant overdosing on love? Probably way off, as I am with most of your work but that doesn't mean I love them any less or can't form my own conclusions :)

I read the next line and searched the definition for Narcissus before reading the following line, but I did have some idea you were talking mythology! The next line makes this unbearably sad..coming from a reader with huge self esteem issues this line really speaks volumes and made me tear up.

Your closing..simply, simply, brilliant! Just like this entire poem. I LOVE THIS.

P.S Stop being a mod and answer your damn PM's!!

"I guess it was something
wonderful but I've studied beauty on your lips
like a surrealist painting"

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I think I was born to write dreams -
the kind that makes you sleep for hours.

That line was totally amazing in away harder to explain.

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