You couldn’t possibly understand
I‘m starting not to care
Time is not at hand
I'll probably say
I was never there.
more than ever allowed before.
I ate my limbs,
parts of who I am,
too writhing in guilt,
a much bigger mess
maybe it might be better
to just forget
that I was even ever there
Oh Mike, This is what u do well. As I have said a hundred times before, when ur heart is there, u can see it, feel it, hear it in your words. When u write like this it just pours out of u and there are no cute little clichés or rhyme schemes or rhythms to get bogged down in. You know I love your sense of humor and dig your funky vibe but when I read these, I smile not because ur amusing me but because u r touching me.
I think you and I are in the same place in our hearts. Wounded and well . . . stuck, maybe. Alone in the dark wrestling with our demons with no hope for something better to come along because it's all just [censored] anyway.
I try not to allow myself moments of self-pity because really, a man doesn't wallow like that, (much better to scream on the way down into the pit, a silent scream behind tight lips is even better).
This isn't cloaked at all, so there's really not much more for me to say except I feel your pain, bro.
i liked this one. i liked the reactions that you've gotten from it too. lol. i agree with the last comment...morbid is a good word to describe some of the imagery you created. but it was just brilliant because the lines...
I ate my limbs, parts of who I am
brought an immediate cringe to my stomach, which i'm sure reflects the cringe in your stomach that appears to have only one way of relieving. you poored yourself into this one. it didn't come off as one of those poems that people just vent through, but all kinds of emotions are tied into so few words. regret really stands out. i just love your ending...forget....what's incredible about forgetting, it's an instant relief, because one is no longer aware that they even have something to hurt over. but we both know it's not that easy. you just know i loved it, like most of your works of art! my thoughts are with you.
It's funny isn't it? How the horrid memories are the ones that stick in your mind, and the good ones are the ones that seem to get lost. I screwed up a couple of years ago and lost contact with my daughter, and i can't regain contact with her now and it feels exactly the way you have put down on paper. I ate my limbs, parts of who I am, too writhing in guilt, the obsession the caress a much bigger mess This part here hit home so hard it felt like i'd been hit by a frieght train. An excellent piece, the words; suberb, the presentation; perfect. The only negitive i offer is "probably" is spelt with an "a" not an "o". Take Care, Danny
Well shyte. I have some basic background on this and I just can't imagine what you're going thru right now. Don't forget. Whatever else you do in life, don't forget because some day, they will come looking for answers and you'd better have them. This piece is sad, angry, frustrated and heartbreaking, all the things I'm sure you're feeling right now. Losing them would be like losing limbs, only more painful. I don't know if there's anything I can do besides listen, but if you want, you know where I am. Traci :)