and, he's said to me that time will build another love inside my heart deeper than the one i have for him. but, i disagree. only he can cling to the roof of my mouth, reminding me of after school snacks and recess. so timid, i've come to yearn for the love we made, solving puzzles with our arms and legs. he wasn't intent on hearing me pant, said it's unattractive for a woman to make noise. so, i held in my self as much as possible and became this new person right before his eyes.
his arms were clutched tightly to the clean, pressed sheets and i am moved into space with my eyes closed. he huffed out a name i'm unfamiliar with and told me "never mind that" like i didn't know whose pussy he's currently in. we separated, i ran a hot bath ready for my skin to wrinkle and my heart to stop pounding. i knew it wouldn't last forever, knew that one day he'd wag his tail in another direction. i sat there, naked as a newborn, drowning in my tears, and silently exploded.
this makes me wonder if men and women really knew the depth of love while in relationships how anyone could "wag his tail in another direction" i mean the expression you made was it ever that clear to him? people do what we do often insane.
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
4. "I responded to this once, but I don't see the post so" In response to Reply # 3
To summarize, this is striking. There are so many things you captured about wanting to be moved by someone who has moved that it is universal. I especially like the lines about the gripping of the sheets, as if the lover is trying to hold onto something new and clean, and the last lines. Wow. You really captured being reborn via pain.
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five
i think i've said before...your use of punctuation, the way you structure the poems, the breaks, pauses...it builds on the words themself. the subject here is one that many can relate to and you captured it...perfectly. i felt that.
You already know I'm a huge fan of your writing. You always seem to be able to put me in your character's shoes and feel each and every step and misstep.
"i sat there, naked as a newborn, drowning in my tears, and silently exploded."
Wow. Just wow. Though I've never experienced anything like that, your writing makes me feel like I did.
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." - Robert Frost
he wasn't intent on hearing me pant, said it's unattractive for a woman to make noise. so, i held in my self as much as possible and became this new person right before his eyes.
this got me angry..right here...ugh...man...
As woman we are trapped in a space of finding our own identiy amidst the inflow of monopolistic imagery....
Love your way sis..
<<<<<<<<<I take a thought and expand upon it. I turn it around and upside down to get another perspective>>>>>>>>>>>>
I just saw a movie the other night -- (or actually the other early morning) -- that reminded me of ^this^ shituation! -- *sigh*
I didn't catch the very beginning of it, so I dunnno what the name of it was -- But it was a "Sleeper".
No sleepin' "Here" however --
~Silent Fury Indeed~
Sometimes you remind me of a poetic interior designer -- Placing certain words, phrases, scenery & backdrops in just the right places -- for an overall esquisite ambiance & aura ...
^UP^ for the silence of internal fury
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
20. "RE: i really should re-read this" In response to Reply # 19
You are so gifted it is ridiculous. I loved this the first time, but as always gets better with each read.
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five
>and, >he's said to me that >time will build another >love inside my heart >deeper than the one >i have for him. >but, >i disagree. only >he can cling to the >roof of my mouth, >reminding me of after >school snacks and recess. >so timid, i've come >to yearn for the >love we made, solving puzzles with >our arms and legs. he >wasn't intent on hearing me >pant, said it's unattractive >for a woman to make noise. so, >i held in my self as much as >possible and became this >new person right before his eyes. > >his arms were clutched tightly >to the clean, pressed sheets >and i am moved into >space with my eyes closed. >he huffed out a name i'm unfamiliar >with and told me "never mind that" >like i didn't know whose >pussy he's currently in. >we separated, i ran a hot bath >ready for my skin to wrinkle >and my heart to stop pounding. >i knew it wouldn't last forever, >knew that one day he'd wag >his tail in another direction. >i sat there, naked as a newborn, >drowning in my tears, >and silently exploded.
i quote your entire posts on purpose
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The cry I bring down from the hills __________belongs to a girl still burning __________inside my head. At daybreak
____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK
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