Cauterize this foolish heart
which will not learn its lesson
wrench it from my sagging breast
end this strange oppression
It beats too fast
It fills too full
It aches and throbs and flutters
It acts alone and takes control
and leaves me in the gutter.
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la_spice
- 2008-06-07 @ 10:39:03
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funkdifino
Pro - 2008-06-07 @ 11:09:49
Too may ghosts I fear...but yes writing in general and this blog in particular do help a huge amount, as the feedback makes you feel less alone...ta...X
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la_spice
- 2008-06-07 @ 11:50:38
Exactly!
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strangeways
- 2008-06-07 @ 17:55:33
Excellent poem.... there's something incredibly attractive about writing that fits complex emotions into rhyme and meter, leaves you wondering and expecting as you near the end of each line. I have friends who can't see the point of sad songs - why listen to Morrissey, won't he just make you more miserable. And I say, no because there's a joy in seeing someone else take that feeling and express it so beautifully and clearly, a joy that actually lifts the original mood. You should write more - on top of your excellent blog and wonderful photographs. S
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funkdifino
Pro
- 2008-06-08 @ 21:49:23
Wohoo steady ! Thank you very much..I was just thinking how nuts I was yesterday....
Strangely I write loads when I'm miserable...less when I'm happy, and my bookshelves and itunes lists are full of what some people term depressing but I don't find it so at all...to accept the toughness of our existence and still continue with a bit of irony and humour is part of being human and having a heart I think. Thankyou for your words. Encouragement is always very welcome.x -
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Collar
- 2008-06-08 @ 13:47:16
ace poem...
it really made me think... but it doesn't feel right to share the thoughts it triggerred right now....-
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funkdifino
Pro
- 2008-06-08 @ 21:50:29
Hope your heart hasn't been shredded too recently x
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Collar
- 2008-06-10 @ 16:30:09
Yeah it has been... but working it through, looking at the evidence... may be a trick of the light but it looks like my footprints in the snow, and my fingerprints on the side of the shredder.
No, I'm not playing "Blame the Victim"... or well yeah I am (haha) but not in a self-flagellating or self-pitying way.
Hmm... these ain't the thoughts I had in mind when I commented above. Progress? Yup, wheel keeps turning. Cheers, mate. -
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lledeb
- 2008-06-11 @ 10:44:49
Great poem. Sounds like it came from the heart, as I think all the best poetry does. Strange I never seem able to write poetry when I'm in a happy place.
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It's good that you can express your feelings and perhaps lay a few ghosts?