What hit home for me in this piece is that so many of us have been unsure of another’s affection whether due to betrayal or self-worth issues. This poem reflected those feelings for me deeply. How about you?
Tag: hits home
Reblog – Saved.
Every time I read this piece, I come away with another understanding. This writer’s tone and execution of the words is brilliant, IMO. Enjoy!
Look out the window at that ocean view. I’ll come to you in waves.
With your next appetite, Ill be exactly what you crave.
Look in the mirror and we’ll talk face-to-face.
Close your eyes. I’ll make a visit in your dreams.
Turn up the volume to your tunes, and Ill surround you in streams.
I will travel through the noise and underneath the silence by various means.
Ill be on your fingertips- the same ones you took away from me.
The fingertips that stopped touching me, pointed me to the door, and made me feel unworthy.
Yes, let me go but you won’t breath easy. I’ve already unpacked my being next to the things you promised me.
Wanted me to feel put out. Abandoned. Forgotten. Lonely.
But while you were preparing to disconnect from me…
I made a home in your memory.
Reblog – Shreya Vikram
This piece is intense, thought-provoking, and has such depth you’re not sure if you’ll ever come back up. Just wow!
i.
The most powerful is powerless; we know the force of water only as it crashes onto a surface. To be alone is always nothing. Nothing trickles upwards. There is only one way to reach the top- you must give away, of your own will, as much of yourself as possible.
ii.
Each one of us must forget we aren’t loved in the ways we want to be. To be is to forget what doesn’t serve you. Above all, you must know your lies are the only things you own, faithless as they are.
iii.
If you have been seen, you cannot be still. Your image is moving, already, into a stranger’s perception. It twists and turns in their eyes and you have reacted, already, like a ripple of sorts. You are nothing but a reflection, deluded self-importance.
iv.
In the end, we will come to see ourselves. The object peering into water, leaning further, further until the face meets its reflection. The second before the merging, I imagine an unbearable fear, then love, then nothing.
v.
This is also something we must tell ourselves.
Reblog – TASTE OF SADNESS by Onah
Although written quite some time ago, Onah really captures the current atmosphere well in this piece.
Have you
ever been
so sad
That you felt
your heart
disintegrating
piece by piece
Your soul
withered
Your spirit
dissipated
like smoke
in the wind
Nothing makes
sense
Except the taste
of sadness.
Reblog – Woman
May we always reclaim the greatness in ourselves, whatever the circumstances we face! This piece hit home for me in a big way. ❤
Reblog – There are no rehearsals left, only curtain fall by Candice Louisa Daquin
This piece will take you to the depths of sorrow and despair. Oof! It’s certainly one that hit home for me!
Originally published on Hijacked Amygdala 3/1/20
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
And unexpected
Even for the most familiar driver
It takes a kind of control
She never ever possessed.
Reblog – Alone by Taylor Grace
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
Love me
Hate me
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
Too sensitive
Too bossy
Too picky
Too upset
Too cautious
Too angry
Too hurt
Too organized
Too right
Too wrong
Too isolated
Too weak
Too strong
Too emotional
Too tired
Too sexy
Too much
Too difficult
Too quiet
Too old
Too kind
Too loud
Too thoughtful
Too busy
Too hyper
Too complicated
Too Broken
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!
Reblog – FALLING FOR A SOUL by Onah
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
Flowing into
Each other,
Until both
Become vulnerable,
Conquering their
Weaknesses,
Their will,
Their differences,
Melting into a
unique substance,
with character,
Mind and body
living in peace
and harmony.
Reblog – Vampire (edited version) by Charlie Hasler
Oh, this one gripped right from the beginning! It’s a very intense one and so relatable to the desperate feelings one can have.
Reblog – Reason !
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.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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