Although written quite some time ago, Onah really captures the current atmosphere well in this piece.
May we always reclaim the greatness in ourselves, whatever the circumstances we face! This piece hit home for me in a big way. ❤
caused me to recover
the whole woman I was
prior to you being my lover.
In those difficult times
of sleepless nights;
the many tears that flowed,
of numerous heartfelt sorrows.
I reclaimed my power
as of a woman goddess,
that had once subtly relinquished
herself while in love,
to a short-lived
of what could
a diminishing of,
the great woman in me.
This piece will take you to the depths of sorrow and despair. Oof! It’s certainly one that hit home for me!
As it grows dark
As the corners of today’s page furl
Empty rooms, homes without windows, drugs without users, a body untouchable, growing cold
As if alight sparing flame
Never to relive
Nor consume nor nourish
This terrible emptiness
As she feels the pain that comes afterward
Inevitable. Old. Crushing. Familiar.
She wants to run to you
But you’re long gone, if ever present
Diminished and relinquished
Pouring medicine down the drain, till needful of no refreshment
Even beauty turns to stone
Even love robs itself destitute
As lovers hate the very thing that made them burn
The taste in her mouth of ashes
Written across her brow in heavy stroke
The cross, the lantern, the falsehood
This room loses light as she gradually declines
On her knees, so many years without touch; lies in place of comfort
Words growing smaller and smaller
A shadow book within a grace freshly dug, till she can see no more but the internal crush of loss
She was an addictive personality who couldn’t get out of her mould, it stuck like jello, that tendency toward
Melancholy and suicide
If you find her dead you can bet one of her vices is responsible
When she meets people who have not soaked their souls in cigarettes and vodka
Feeling more in the daytime bar than ever something clean and starched
Broken girl parts
Snapped in half before they knew how to stand up
Hers is a sickness, dances in pearls around her neck till pulled tight
Wanting the abyss of psychedelic music and dream of hashish
Intoxicate the pain, numb further urge to destroy what’s left
And push yourself inside me, join the sorrow dot by dot till we both burst
Such is the loveliness of sex in the fulment of grief
Replacing one pain with another small death
The telephone doesn’t ring
She doesn’t call or receive these days
The silence as palpable as the knife she carves her arms into ribbons with
They’ve danced this dance before
There are no rehearsals left, just curtain fall
Think of how it felt, long ago
Before the end, in the middle, lost now
The heaviness of her wanting is blunted by knowing
These people have only their irrevocable actions
Sparring with one another, the blood of first strike hitting white snow in masterpiece
Crimson against a hundred promises, a new form of murder
Sitting, watching herself go through the motions
Good girl who kisses her loved one, tucks in the bed sheets tight
Dreaming of broken glass down her throat, three grey birds and a fingerful of coke
The rage of impotence across flayed landscapes
That flesh and sinew long hung to cure, speaks nothing
Doesn’t forget the rebuke, even as forgiveness is yoked, chain on soft skin
To every ending
Time ticks down without mercy, and if she lives to your age
Just like you, setting the tableaux of your life, there’ll be nothing to say
But the horror of silence before deafening rain
Then she picks up her existing and leaves
Soon it seems, she was never there, just a handful of misspoken words and rage
Drinking clouds, the truth, spares the speaker
She has a generation of distillers and eyes that carry pain as if it were their child
Tonight she won’t be meeting you, she’ll keep on driving
There’s a drop off somewhere, she knows, a fateful road where the turn is sharp
Even for the most familiar driver
It takes a kind of control
She never ever possessed.
Which version do you prefer me to be?
The me that doesn’t always suit you quite so perfectly
The me that fits your perception of who I should be
The me who never has moments of weakness that brings me to my knees
It is difficult trying to be who everyone wants me to be
One day I’m going to only have myself to please
I reach out for your hand, repeatedly waiting just for someone to understand
There is no in between
I understand though because I feel the same things
I’ve spent my whole life just trying to breathe
Still to this day I run, I hide, driving around aimlessly in an attempt to ignore the brokenness that is inside
The only thing I really need is someone to listen and comfort the pieces that are me
I know they say love comes with a cost
Maybe I’m just tired of feeling so damn lost
Not feeling accepted has taken a toll on me
Devastation added on top of the underlying pain
Nothing I can do but sit holding no one accountable
What else would you expect me to do
I turn it all inside
Carrying all the burdens
Hiding all the shame
Running from the memories
At the end of the day I have no one to blame
It’s ok though because I know that pain
I feel invisible
Nothing to lose
Oh wait, that’s right
That’s when I get told I don’t have a clue
I wonder if I’ve ever really showed anyone who I really am
My broken pieces run far too deep
Inside my demons constantly keeping me from sleep
Continually re-victimized by the very same voices that keep feeding me lies
Just when I feel I can’t hold on one more day, it occurs to me that no one is coming to save me and it doesn’t even matter if I were to walk away
All the labels and judgment
Fill my ears
But again no one knows the shell of a woman standing in front of them
Surrounded by all the voices
Seeming so intrigued
Fascinated by my words and wisdom
They like me
They love me
Oops once again I’ve been misled
They were only passing the time
And never again thought of me
Have you ever truly felt this alone?
A powerful piece about the internal struggles individuals grapple with.
Well done, Taylor!
This piece hit deep in the feelz! Who doesn’t want this kind of love in their lives?!? I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did. 🙂
If I must fall again,
I rather for a
soul than a face,
For the beauty of love
Is in the chemistry
Of two souls
Melting into a
Mind and body
living in peace
Oh, this one gripped right from the beginning! It’s a very intense one and so relatable to the desperate feelings one can have.
I am the vampire in your life, causing the pain and supplying the strife.
Sucking the marrow from your core and helpless soul,
Taking your life,
And consuming it whole.
No cross nor spike, nor illumination light, will help you against,
My worry, my pain,
I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.
Hold your bible close, say your prayers, you’re in this nightmare now,
With all my worries,
With all my cares.
The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man,
I used to be.
And feed I will on your burning light,
Consuming and fading,
Your inner might.
But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.
The night is long,
As they say.
But have faith in me,
And bring back the man,
I used to be.
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I ache every time I read this! Who hasn’t felt these feelings at least once in their lifetime? Whether torn apart by tragedy or at the end of what was once great, a loss is a powerful feeling not easily overcome. This piece definitely hit home for me.
Those clouds of passion that once
came crashing across my face
and that love drenched rain
dressing my body with glitter
where fires flared from friction
along the trail your lips traced
on those chilly winter mornings
where our fingers found shelter
in the spaces between
where now these spaces seem so spacious
yet my fingers still linger
on your fragrance.
And here am I
the only audience to your absence
trying to hold on to your warmth
yet unable to survive
for I miss my reason to exist
the anticipation of your kiss.
VJ knocks it out of the park with this piece! In my comments, I mentioned “We “become” with every failure, disappointment or stressor in our lives as long as we don’t give in to each potential for pity. ” because she absolutely understood that with these words. Another one for the “hits home” category. Enjoy!
I don’t know about you but I feel like I went right along on their journey. The emotions were tangible. It really hit home for me!
Today, I’m going
way too long.
Today, I’m going
to feel the hurt.
Allowing my hidden
anguish, anger, and
frustration to flow.
In salty tears
I will finally,
let you go.
Today, I’m going
to start to heal.
my broken heart,
within this soul.
let me go.
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Kind Regards – K
Candice is such a natural writer. Every piece seems to evoke intense emotions and such beautiful imagery like you’re there in the room. If you’ve never read any work of hers before, I’d urge you to now! ❤
I think of you
My heart clenches
In the carousel of seconds it takes to form a moment, yet I managed to witness a lifetime
How did you come to be
A vowel, a constellation, a rhyme in my mind
Days are bare, unpainted walls
Thinking of you I find color
Can’t imagine a world with only one of you in it
I want to breathe you in
Molecules and seconds
Making up days spent together, pieces of paper forming a page
Marbles inside the other
Flowers retaining pigment as they dry
Death and life, striding side by side
Dancing beneath raw bulb, open sky
The pulse in your throat the clench of your thigh
Sweetness in a certain, slow agony
Instrument run over temperate string
The cry of unseen things in the dark
Listen, listen, closer, I bend my head
You tell me everything in one pearlized glance
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