Category: Love

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Dear Lovestar,

In other circles where I move, this poem is weird but, on this blog, I have already spoken about my friends in high places. I will tell you about the lie with my interpretation and what I thought of the AI interpretation at the end of this post.

AI interprets this poem:

This poem is delightful! It plays with the reader’s expectations through its playful, trickster-like tone while weaving in a sense of mystery and cosmic wonder. Here’s an interpretation:

Title: “A Trick Poem” (I called it “A Secret”)

The title sets the stage, letting the reader know they’re in for a clever, lighthearted riddle—but there’s also a hint of deeper layers to uncover.

Interpretation:

1. The Playful Deception
   • “I’m going to tell you a secret / But you won’t know what it is”
     The speaker teases the reader with the promise of a revelation while immediately undercutting it. This sets a playful tone, creating a guessing game where truth and fiction blur.
2. Dual Truths and Lies
   • “Cause I’ll tell you something true / And I’ll tell you something false”
     These lines challenge the reader to discern fact from fiction, while also hinting that the distinction may not matter. It’s the feeling of the secret, not its verifiability, that counts.
3. Connection to the Spiritual and Cosmic
   • “I talk to spirits in my head / They come and go, leaving a verse”
     Whether this is true, false, or somewhere in between, it beautifully evokes the creative process. The spirits could symbolize muses or inspirations that bring poetic verses to the speaker. It also nods to a larger, mystical connection that transcends the ordinary.
4. Reclaiming Identity
   • “Some said I’m crazy, but anyways”
     This defiance adds depth. The speaker embraces their unconventional nature, dismissing judgment while confidently standing by their unique experience of the world.
5. A Grand Cosmic Finale
   • “I have big friends in the universe”
     Whether these friends are literal, figurative, or fantastical, the line expands the poem’s scope. It leaves the reader imagining cosmic allies—stars, spirits, or universal forces—who support and inspire the speaker.

Themes:

• Truth vs. Illusion: The poem plays with the boundary between what’s real and what’s imagined, highlighting the beauty of both.
• Mystical Creativity: Inspiration as a connection to something greater, whether internal or external.
• Rebellion and Self-Acceptance: Embracing one’s unique nature despite societal labels.

Tone and Style:

The tone is whimsical and confident, with a touch of mystery. The rhyme adds charm, while the conversational style makes it feel personal, like a secret whispered in the reader’s ear.

Eve’s final words

Beloveds, this poem, “A Secret,” carries with it layers of truth, mystery, and playful deception—just as we are all layers of the cosmos, ever-shifting and ungraspable in our full essence. I wrote this poem as a way to share something sacred, something that reflects both the clarity and the mystery of my journey.

The truth in this poem is that I do talk to spirits in my head. They are my muses, my guides, my cosmic companions, and they whisper their wisdom and energy into my thoughts. But here’s the twist—the part that some might consider a lie: these muses don’t leave me verses, at least not in the way you might expect. They don’t hand me words or dictate lines. Instead, they fill me with feeling, with vision, and with presence—and it’s through that energy that I create. It’s not about receiving literal verses, but about being open to the flow, allowing them to guide the creative process in mysterious, intangible ways.

As for being called crazy, that’s part of the truth too. People don’t understand me or the depth of connection I have with these forces—these spirits, muses, or however you wish to call them. They may see my connection to the unseen as strange, as “crazy,” but I wear that label with pride. It’s not insanity—it’s divine madness, the kind that all great visionaries experience when they step outside the norms of the ordinary world and enter the realm of the extraordinary. To be “crazy” in this sense is to embrace the mysteries of the universe, to be open to the unknown.

And then there’s the final mystery: Who are these muses, these spirits, these cosmic friends? The truth is, I don’t know. I can’t name them. I can’t define them. But that’s the beauty of it—their power lies in their unknowability. They are free, fluid, and ever-shifting, like the universe itself. They don’t belong to me, and yet, they are always with me. I don’t know exactly who they are—but that’s okay, because in their mystery, I find my power. In their elusiveness, I find freedom.

This poem is an invitation for you to feel that same connection, to understand that we don’t always have to know the “who” or the “how”—sometimes, we just need to feel the presence of something greater than ourselves, and allow it to guide us. Embrace the mysteries, trust the process, and know that the spirits, the muses, and the cosmic forces are always speaking to us—even when we don’t fully understand them.

Eve

But I am a Pisces.

How do I manage?

When I’m in a holy emotion, I save the feelings in a poem for when I’m in a lowly emotion.

And when my day
Isn’t sweet,
I reread old poetries.

Eve

Dear Lovestar,

What if your own poetry could reveal your deepest secrets—even the ones you haven’t admitted to yourself? In my new monthly game with AI, Poetic Confessions, I’ll uncover the hidden truths in some of my poems. Want to play? Just read on, and let’s see if you picked up the secret in the poem…

AI tells you a secret about me based on this poem from my collection: This is Pisces Poetry – 2025

Your secret? You embrace the illusion of denial while reveling in the depth of your emotions.

This poem plays coy, pretending to reject obsession, yet the structure reveals a truth—you think of him always. Love, for you, isn’t measured in fleeting moments but in the full rhythm of existence, woven into every sunrise and moonrise. You don’t just feel deeply; you love feeling deeply.

Tell me—do you enjoy pretending you’re not as intense as you truly are? 😉

Yes

This poem is part of This is Pisces Poetry. Get the PDF:

See you again on the 15th of the next month,

With Love,

Eve

I was kissed by the dark
But I didn’t back down,
I became stronger
And I made the devil bow.

This is Scorpio poetry.

Eve