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This poem is not for you.......
by light_healer Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:07 am
This poem is not for you.
Such a waste.
Looking back over my shoulder I see you,
the lover of my past.
In this quiet, (so quiet!) space of love but not loving,
I sit and look at you.
And before your cruel narcissism begins its ugly feasting,
violently vacuuming,
leaving me empty and powerless,
and you only more uglier
(if that is at all possible),
READ THIS FIVE TIMES….
This poem is NOT for you.
This poem, is a gift to my soul.
I can hear you laughing a sad sick laugh,
but you may as well stop reading as no good will come of it,
no good for you.
I will push all of your buttons ,
Trigger all of your pain,
the pain that you stuff so tightly that muscles,
bound,
scream in agony for release.
This poem is not for you
Since you have gone,
I am becoming who I am.
who I was meant to be ,
should have been,
who I have always been.
I no longer have to think before I speak,
in fear of you raging a cloud of stinking waste all over my life,
that would take days,
sometimes weeks to clear.
I no longer have to think before I act,
which I should never have anyway,
my house, my money.
I just thought it was respectful to do so,
but you abused that privilege,
when you were here ,
my house was not my home
and I was not who I am.
Since you have gone my house has become my church
and I have become myself.
I ponder now on love and loss,
the mirrors of soul learning,
in this quiet (and warm!) space,
of love but not loving.
This poem is not for you.
Such a waste.
Looking back over my shoulder I see you,
the lover of my past.
In this quiet, (so quiet!) space of love but not loving,
I sit and look at you.
And before your cruel narcissism begins its ugly feasting,
violently vacuuming,
leaving me empty and powerless,
and you only more uglier
(if that is at all possible),
READ THIS FIVE TIMES….
This poem is NOT for you.
This poem, is a gift to my soul.
I can hear you laughing a sad sick laugh,
but you may as well stop reading as no good will come of it,
no good for you.
I will push all of your buttons ,
Trigger all of your pain,
the pain that you stuff so tightly that muscles,
bound,
scream in agony for release.
This poem is not for you
Since you have gone,
I am becoming who I am.
who I was meant to be ,
should have been,
who I have always been.
I no longer have to think before I speak,
in fear of you raging a cloud of stinking waste all over my life,
that would take days,
sometimes weeks to clear.
I no longer have to think before I act,
which I should never have anyway,
my house, my money.
I just thought it was respectful to do so,
but you abused that privilege,
when you were here ,
my house was not my home
and I was not who I am.
Since you have gone my house has become my church
and I have become myself.
I ponder now on love and loss,
the mirrors of soul learning,
in this quiet (and warm!) space,
of love but not loving.
This poem is not for you.
light_healer- Number of posts : 144
Age : 58
Location : bathing in the light
Registration date : 2008-07-01 -
Re: This poem is not for you.......
by Z Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:54 am
I have to restrain my enthusiasm.
I was taught to always read a poem through at least twice before ever saying anything...I read this through twice silently, and twice aloud. You reflect an ear for the subtle musicality of language. I hear it in your effective use of alliteration (hear all those lovely Ls in the opening?, and the counering -ing sound?) As well as the slant rhyme of things like the rhyme triad waste/past/space ...
(lol...yes, this is my restrained version. I could fall into the sound and meter structure you create in that first paragraph.)
The other thing I see that really caught me was your semantic displays, my favorite of which was:
"when you were here ,
my house was not my home
and I was not who I am.
Since you have gone my house has become my church
and I have become myself."
Well done, indeed.
I was taught to always read a poem through at least twice before ever saying anything...I read this through twice silently, and twice aloud. You reflect an ear for the subtle musicality of language. I hear it in your effective use of alliteration (hear all those lovely Ls in the opening?, and the counering -ing sound?) As well as the slant rhyme of things like the rhyme triad waste/past/space ...
(lol...yes, this is my restrained version. I could fall into the sound and meter structure you create in that first paragraph.)
The other thing I see that really caught me was your semantic displays, my favorite of which was:
"when you were here ,
my house was not my home
and I was not who I am.
Since you have gone my house has become my church
and I have become myself."
Well done, indeed.
Z- Admin
- Number of posts : 244
Age : 59
Registration date : 2008-06-25 -
This poem is also not for you.......
by light_healer Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:02 am
This poem is also not for you.
I write of you, (still).
Not because I miss you, in my spaces,
Or need u, want you….
But because the smell of your
weeping wounds
like fetid fish , lingers.
On dirty fingers.
with nails chewed and bleeding,
touching me,
uninvited.
Your fingers, through my hair,
down my back,
sliding,
find my thighs,
searching me while I sleep,
uninvited.
I wake to smell you
like rancid meat
on my skin.
My heart tired from crying
chokes, bound with string,
beating but just.
I lie weeping,
curled around my silver dog.
I write of you because
I want you
Gone.
I write of you, (still).
Not because I miss you, in my spaces,
Or need u, want you….
But because the smell of your
weeping wounds
like fetid fish , lingers.
On dirty fingers.
with nails chewed and bleeding,
touching me,
uninvited.
Your fingers, through my hair,
down my back,
sliding,
find my thighs,
searching me while I sleep,
uninvited.
I wake to smell you
like rancid meat
on my skin.
My heart tired from crying
chokes, bound with string,
beating but just.
I lie weeping,
curled around my silver dog.
I write of you because
I want you
Gone.
light_healer- Number of posts : 144
Age : 58
Location : bathing in the light
Registration date : 2008-07-01 -
This poem is STILL not for you.....
by light_healer Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:22 am
This poem is STILL not for you.
I tried to write of you again.
Your stench still leaching from my pores.
I wrote you out of my house,
your hurting words hanging like rotting
meat, filling my church with flies,
buzzing around my head as I sleep.
I wrote you out of my head,
Your cruelness, like poison ivy
Strangling, weaving through my
Thoughts, changing
Who I think I am.
I tried to write you out of my heart,
But as yet I can’t find the words.
(I'm scared there are none).
I write of you because
I want you
gone.
I tried to write of you again.
Your stench still leaching from my pores.
I wrote you out of my house,
your hurting words hanging like rotting
meat, filling my church with flies,
buzzing around my head as I sleep.
I wrote you out of my head,
Your cruelness, like poison ivy
Strangling, weaving through my
Thoughts, changing
Who I think I am.
I tried to write you out of my heart,
But as yet I can’t find the words.
(I'm scared there are none).
I write of you because
I want you
gone.
light_healer- Number of posts : 144
Age : 58
Location : bathing in the light
Registration date : 2008-07-01 -
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