another lovely piece kitten.. ps dont we all confuse ourselves and others at times ... lovenpeace from saff
It’s easier when you’re not around and I can entertain myself with sound, through earphones the tricks of guitar riffs and noise. It’s easier when I can forget the cadence of your voice. Or vegetating on a pleather couch, in my sunny mindless climate, I may unplug myself from here. Forget my grievances and doubt, spare me the drama and the view. I’m thirsting for a bit of quiet. If I’m not indispensable, if I am easily replaceable, then baby so are you.
Yes, I’ve said I wouldn’t write about you, waste my ink and breath and sleep. Now I see, I simply have to drain this venom out of my subconscious. Smooth out ruffles, purge hard feelings, rid my mind of you. Tear the filter and the film that coats my vision. It has altered time and meaning. I will face my negligence, repercussions are self evident. So I cleanse my will with fire, lash the weakness of the body, punish to redeem my worth from pain. Gone haywire for awhile, now it’s time to come back down. I will walk on reason ground once again.
If I’m not indispensable, if I am easily replaceable, then baby so are you. this is how i feel about my work right now.. you have got vicious self awareness, KX. do you travel at all? You'd write well, alone in some strange country, i bet.
You don’t want me steady, you just want to jump onto my lap and claim me, want to bruise and clutch to feel all mighty and to emphasize my flaws. f*ck you arrogant child and f*ck your tantrums. Patronize me and I will turn out hostile. I can’t tolerate conspiracies, wide-eyed lies, they make my stomach churn. I will spoon-feed you your own vile medicine. Open wide, taste it and choke.
ouch a cold punch to the face gets my blood up well but the question marks in my mind make it hard to find words that respond well to such a rancid smell as comes off that belligerent hate spell.
-purging- expresses such a familiar feeling. When the bile starts filling up, I have to write about it; nothing else will come out until I do. Kinda funny writing such a bitter and scathing attack full of pessimism, then writing some risqué love piece when you’re finished; makes you feel kinda… masochistic… :X
Absolutely relate to the last two. Mann...how many times I have felt driven to write, whether good or bad was of little consequence compared to the need to vent it.
I’m setting bridges on fire, I’m leaving dead wood behind. Only those I love may hold on, only those I let will. I’ll vanish in smoke or walk away from the mob. Get up and walk out without a word. Without the gimmicks of drama, attention is cheap, juvenile. I just need to know… ...that I made a choice. I now own this act.
Loved the delivery of this; short concise lines with a blunt meaning that can't be taken but one way. I thought the intro especially strong, but that's just preference as it didn't lag at the end, I just liked the flow Very enjoyable read... it really does feel like a resounding, no-holds-barred conclusion... very nice job, and it's great to read your work again! been a while!
I worhip your Goddessly visceral and profoundly excellent prose. I always love your stuff, Kit. Can I call ya Kit hon? If not, I'm cool and unattached. Peace, viv-
Thank you all and you can call me whatever you like. as bjork whispers ice into my ear drum, I feel the grip of steel round my neck. chock up, dry salt tautens skin, im hyphenated, all I can do is cry and rust. i’m caught between the pauses of an idle heart. it skips a beat. i hide the sour love behind fake bangs, hoping these tremors will not last or reveal too much. everything I’ve rehearsed to say has crumbled at the tip of my tongue. everything I’ve done turned bottom up or completely fell apart. all I can do is apologize.
Another notch on the heart, a tender slit opened up all flaws to the spotlight, now you’re apprehensive. To feel is to be skinned and rendered defenseless. So you treasure and gather yesterday’s errors. They’re all you’ve got now. Avoid at all cost those who could strip you again, awl through the armor, again. Do not scratch deeper than the surface of each other. It’s so much safer in a hull. In isolated comfort a glacial lie numbs the pain and in time no longer stings the pride.
-infant- is great, and familiar... I sometimes think about some ex's that way, and sometimes think of myself that way... but -lacking on titles lately- is the jam! great flow and tone and just everything was great... ah yes! that's just it, right there. yum. i thereby suggest it be titled -fake bangs-
As I read your words, I felt moved. I can really relate to this poem, so thanks for sharing it. I especially love the first line. It's a great way to start this poem... it really draws me inward.
ok....post attempt #2..... just reread the previous three and the newest three. *grins* amazing as always, but Infant was my fav from the last ones because it hit closer to home. Hope your day is great and as beautiful as you are Bright One~* loveandlight~*