Open Poetry #19 |
Hung Up |
Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
This is the year for pain. Everyone bleeds together- bad memories are infectious and when we kiss the paper we write on and pass it around, we exchange our own soured insides for someone else’s. Some of us write about bad parents, another person about violations of the heart, or soul, or body- while someone else can't find enough of a voice to say anything but "help me." And yet- a truthful poem is so hard to come by. We are all saying everything without saying anything, we come and we go, learning how to interpret each other’s secrets. For a change I'd like to be obvious- what if I write in red when I'm angry, blue when I'm sad, pink when I'm sensual, and black when I scare myself. We should all be so color-coded and exposed. This is the year for honesty. We are all hung up on the same issues, on the same line, strung out on a ledge feeling isolated and crowded at the same time. It's funny how no matter how much we write about suffering, we still don't know what to say. "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Alrighty then...James |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
quote: really?? perhaps you're right. . . or perhaps we just write what comes. . . who's to say?? well done my friend. . . good to see you writing againg. . . ---------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very nicely done Angela. And very very true... Or perhaps we write exactly what we mean.. without realizing it! Hugs. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well, you said it pretty well |
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