Here is another unsolicited poem. This one is really quite bad.

a bittersweet symphony recites in his mind.
memories of her, so sweet, so unreal.
he never caught her, he never could find
the words to say "I care"

He must be pretty stupid. The words to say "I care" are "I care".


to show her how to feel.
her soft ruby lips, quivered as she sips,
her sweet lemonade, as she hums that old familiar tune.

Is she whistlin' Dixie?

and he thought, could it be so perfect? He knew forever was to soon.
Her little finger dipped,
into the cream of her pie.

Uh.. "cream of her pie"? I hope that's a metaphore.

He knew his love her her was too strong,

her her

that as long as he lived, it would never die.
He twinges with her gaze,
so mysterious and dazed.

She must be on drugs. Probably X, so many kids like X these days.

her little feet curl, and her angel wings unfurl.

Huh? She loses her feet, but gains wings?

she glides into the sky,
drops her gaze down to say goodbye.

Goodbye!

The author, Noe, added in an explination of the poem:

This piece describes how something that could seems so incredibly perfect, and in your grasping reach could be unreal.
I wrote this when i was watching a music video about a girlfriend dying, but she was never really there....it made me
think of realism and what really exists in our world today.

First, I'll agree this is a "piece". This "art" came from the "art" of a music video. That's peoples inspiration? Sounds like this "piece" describes the old saying "If it's too good to be true, it probably is." The only realism is that is was pretty bad.