She’s the dead Gwen Stacy.
Just as her youthful self always whispered to her
of her future.
Apprehension stemmed
from her heart’s vast knowledge,
insight to which her congested mind
couldn’t comprehend.
And so she was hesitant,
tortured
and was hopelessly in love
with the vision of romance
that she so felt undeserving of.
She clung to that frail piece of Rope
the one that failed to save her.
You see, she never needed salvation.
She merely possessed a longing to be loved
by the one she was infatuated with.
Her personal symbol of security
The Rope snapped
and so did she.
Her body in the literal sense
And her soul in theory.
She may be a perished Gwen Stacy.
But that is not all she is.
For now her depth is as deep as the
kind green eyes she once upon a time
reluctantly fell into.
Over a delerious decade ago.
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
MarinaSofia
May 13, 2014 at 11:38 am
She may be a perished Gwen Stacy.
But that is not all she is.
Indeed, she has become a symbol of love and constancy. But it’s that universal feeling of being more than the sum of our parts… Nicely captured!
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 4:56 pm
thank you!!!!
brian miller
May 13, 2014 at 11:58 am
interesting…so you are equating your “self” to gwen stacy?
to being hopelessly lost to the thought of love…and willing to face the danger
the tragedy is in that it cost her life…
i enjoyed the movie version…read the comic version as a child…
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 4:49 pm
Thanks Brian 🙂 Equating is a strong word! I guess, in some aspects I can relate to that side of her hence my description of the ”perished” Gwen. In the ”past” I was indeed ”hopelessly lost to the thought of love” and indeed took health risks in order to ”feel” some of what I thought was love. To be honest, I’m not quite sure if it was love that I was experiencing -but then again, love is something that can’t really be boxed up or labeled..it just is…Psychologist would call my type of love “infatuation”- hence one of the terms used in my work- to my friends, they look at it as ”love”, to me, well…still trying to figure that one out…honing in on all the experiences that came from my story….it is easy to dub this as ”fatal love/attraction”….something that I kept meddling with even though it destroyed me…those years of being in and out of hospitals is kind of death in itself…
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
May 13, 2014 at 12:30 pm
The image of a rope holding yourself.. a snapping rope..quite a stark image you are painting
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 4:51 pm
thanks for reading 🙂
katiemiafrederick
May 13, 2014 at 1:12 pm
Well..i love spiderman too..as i can relate to most of his personality traits from youth..but i’m not too familiar with the comic book version..and this part escapes me at the moment…
But what i can certainly relate to is the power of what is inside us vs..the power of what we think we know from culture..that we are raised in…
But i never knew the full power of it..until i escaped culture..through an unwanted severe pain disorder..that made effective use of my eyes and ears almost impossible for 5 years…
Coming out of that with new eyes and ears..in addition to real eyes and ears..
is quiet and opener of full IN sight..for what your write here..enjoyed the words…as they lit up a part of me i enjoy musing….new…
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 4:55 pm
Wow, thank you so much. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m glad you’re okay now!! I’ve never had a physical ailment thank Gd but I do know what its like to linger in the darkness…(which did take a physical toll on my body in ways) ….coming out of that, I guess I can relate to the regaining of sight…I see things in ways I haven’t been able to in the past…glad you enjoyed my work 🙂
claudia
May 13, 2014 at 6:43 pm
those are tight images… i have seen people crash in that kind of love…
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 8:42 pm
thanks for reading 🙂
Kathryn Dyche Dechairo
May 13, 2014 at 6:45 pm
The rope snapping is a powerful metaphor.
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 8:43 pm
thank you 🙂 that it is….
ayala
May 13, 2014 at 6:53 pm
Strong poem…love finds a way when you least expect it unfortunately for her it was a sad ending
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 8:43 pm
thank you…yes it was
freyathewriter
May 13, 2014 at 8:34 pm
Being in love, with the idea of love. Now that’s a tough road to travel, for the reality probably can’t live up to it, can it? Not that I am an expert, not that I know what the heck it’s all about. Vivid images in here – and good to meet you!
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 8:44 pm
thank you so much!! nice meeting you too 🙂
Anthony Desmond (@iamEPanthony)
May 13, 2014 at 8:44 pm
whoa… that’s the kind of love that might kill ya in the end… very intriguing
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 8:45 pm
thank you…the love thats worth everything in the end…even if it means death for she died a heroine…
charliezero1.wordpress.com
May 13, 2014 at 10:06 pm
I dig your interpretation on this poem.
Peter Parker will always remember Gwen Stacy in his heart. and as for love?
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
~Lao Tzu
chanzibrenner
May 13, 2014 at 11:11 pm
wow that is beautiful…thank you for acknowledging my work 🙂
billgncs
May 14, 2014 at 2:40 am
nicely said – I hope you realize in real life you were always worthy of being loved.
chanzibrenner
May 14, 2014 at 3:09 am
thank you- I now realize this…if I could tell one thing to my younger self it would be just that…
Vijay Vaghela
May 14, 2014 at 8:20 am
Well presented lines…of fantasy for a superhero…so beautiful if it would be so in real life…you have an awesome blog dear friend.
chanzibrenner
May 14, 2014 at 8:24 am
Wow, thank you so much! I feel honored by your interest in my work! It always feels great to receive unexpected feedback from editors/engineers!! Feel free to follow my blog and enjoy my poetry to come 🙂
John Thomas Dodds
May 14, 2014 at 3:31 pm
tortured
and was hopelessly in love
with the vision of romance
Nicely captured. I look forward to following your blog.
chanzibrenner
May 14, 2014 at 7:12 pm
wow, thank you!! 🙂