Reblog – Shoo, Pity by VJ Knutson

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!

VJ's avatarOne Woman's Quest

Pity is a feathered thing,
perches high above my bed,
feeds off flakes of moulting skin,
devouring the essence of me,
till bone rattling with distraught,
I scare it off.

(Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image from personal collection.)

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Reblog – Today I’m Going

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!

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Today, I’m going

to cry.

Release tears

held back,

way too long.

Today, I’m going

to feel the hurt.

Allowing my hidden

anguish, anger, and

frustration to flow.

In salty tears

streaming down

my cheeks.

I will finally,

let you go.

Today, I’m going

to start to heal.

Crying from

my broken heart,

While exposing

raw pain,

living deep

within this soul.

Should definitely

let me go.

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Reblog – The Opal by Candice Louisa Daquin

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! <3

TheFeatheredSleep's avatarTheFeatheredSleep

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

Music

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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Reblog – Valentine’s Day, Codependent Love

Reading each piece was so relatable and hit home pretty hard! Jeanne Marie’s pieces reflected segments of a relationship, the journey of so many individuals in the emotional realm of coming together, then apart.

women who think too much's avatarWomen Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

Flesh and Bones
Her hands make love to his shoulders
Caress the tension from his neck
Fingers entwined in his soft curls
Her face buried in silver and brown strands.
Inhaling the heady scent that is him
She allows her tightness to slip away
Falling, falling into a dark warm mist
A vapor of safety created by his love.
Absence of pain, regret, loss or sorrow
Blankets of tenderness and devotion
Washed worn by life’s bleaching storms
More precious than diamonds and gold.
His devotion surrounds her flesh and her bones.
Thus, sleep is a cocoon which shelters her
Pillows of passions released time after time
Cradle the woman and her fragile dreams
Rocking her to sleep in his gently flowing river
Drifting on billows of unconditional love.
Floating to euphoria, wrapped around his back
She wonders, how is it possible that her love
Could increase beyond description, young and…

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Reblog – Inexplicable by Lize Bard

It does feel like we are in the center of it all, absorbed into ourselves with no way to reach beyond it. Lize Bard captures it so beautifully in this short piece. It really hit home for me. How about you?

Lize Bard's avatarHaiku out of Africa

I cannot explain ~ the solitary vastness ~ of a silent soul — ©  Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

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Reblog – Daddy’s little girl by Smitha

Smitha did an amazing job with this piece on aging. It really tugs at the heartstrings and HITS HOME.

Smitha V's avatarEúnoia

When she could stay with you

she decided not to

A list of ‘valid’ reasons she gave –

No better place, save

The home for the aged, she said

The one, where you felt caged

She repeated it oft

Her voice tender and soft

You listened

Your eyes glistened

She said it was tough

You knew she had done enough.

She watched you go

Out of the door

You  waved goodbye

You turned around, maybe this is all a lie

A ray of hope flickered in your tired eyes

Breaking through your formidable guise

Maybe she’d ask you to stay

And wouldn’t let you walk away

But she didn’t, not that day

So you waved, ‘Goodbye’

Doing what’s best

For her and the rest

For you’ve never wanted more-

Than to watch her smile like before

And do the things she wanted to

So she does –

Penning poems

On…

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Reblog – someday by Juansen Dizon

This made me reflect heavily on my upbringing. Coming from dysfunction sets you up for a lot of “undoing”. Sadly, there are so many who are still guided by their brokenness, continuing to hurt those around them.

Juansen Dizon's avatarLonely Blue Boy

maxresdefaulti am looking forward 
to the day 
when my brokenness 
no longer controls my life.

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Reblog – Which Are You? by Tebogo Precious Moholwa

Precious’ words powerfully speak the truth in this piece; conviction and strength are also quite evident. I’m very happy to add this to my collection of pieces that hit home. Enjoy!

Precious's avatarThe Brink of Insanity

You can’t break me and fix me at the same time

You are either the medicine that heals me or the disease that kills me

And believe you me

You can never be both.

#Precious

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Reblog – The Words by M. A Morris

M. A Morris does such an amazing job describing the chaos of thinking and what the lack of communication can do to your being. I’m betting so many have been in the place her words expose in this piece. I know I have, this piece struck deep for me.

akalandros's avatarHearing The Mermaids Sing

I
Words scattered across the page.
Words littering the soul.

All these words
Piled upon the table,
A hoarder’s table of words.

Words left unsaid,
Unwritten,
A bouquet of words
Wilting in the heart and mind.

Words twisted in contortionist meaning
Of manipulations,
Weaponized for destruction,
Yet leaving victims living.
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Words of things that can’t be said.
Words of things that should have been.
Words of things we could not speak out of fears too deep.
Words of things we could not begin to understand
Of ourselves, of each other.
Words of things we wanted so to believe
Of others, of the world.
Words of hope
Of love
Of charity
Of peace.
Words of what we have lost.
Words of what we may never…

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Billy Collins – An Inspiration

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Recently, I wandered unto the Poetry Foundation’s site and stumbled upon this poem by Billy Collins. Several books of this American poet are sitting on my book table as I write this. I do believe I should take some time as soon as possible to immerse myself in his works if I can expect more like what I’m about to share with you.

What impressed me the most were the multiple layers. I could read through it once and see Collins speaking to readers on what to visualize; then, in the second read through, it struck me that he was also talking to writers and poets on how to be open to inspiration. He not only interjected humor into it like a professional comedian, but you could see he was authoritatively guiding a student’s mind as a teacher as well. Written with such ease but yet it was interweaving the subject matter like a piece of M.C. Escher art. I found this piece amazing. It left me with a smile on my face and sighing loudly. And hoping that I might one day write so well.

May this piece hit home for you as much as it did me. 

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Image credit – Steven Kovich

Introduction to Poetry
by Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

Billy Collins, “Introduction to Poetry” from The Apple that Astonished Paris. Copyright � 1988, 1996 by Billy Collins. Reprinted with the permission of the University of Arkansas Press. Source: The Apple that Astonished Paris (University of Arkansas Press, 1996)