You Named Me

This evoked so many emotions in me. I let go of something while writing this and I cried when I was finished.

My mind is a pile of unsorted ideas

 

Folded and stapled to finished projects

 

Stacked loosely in corners and falling out from behind my desk

 

Torn and stained with no hope being remade

 

Lyrics wrapped around lampshades

 

Stuck with post-its and cards with tape

 

Fingernail markings on songs with no name

 

Poetry writings fill up the space

 

Left from books returned and lamps who lefts burns

 

On my eyes lids

 

When I close them tightly I can see your face

 

A faded image of red and purple.

 

When I face the sun, I can almost see your tears

 

With your face down cast

 

And your hands clutched to your chest

 

A reverberating reply fumbles around my mind

 

Looking for the holes punched with fancier metal kinds

 

Waiting for the moments passing time

 

A hand comes forth and rests upon my lips

 

“Shhh.”

 

No time left from before

 

Foreboding thought’s hang in captions above my head

 

I rest in the shade of pillows

 

My face pressed against the groves in my mattress

 

Fingers laced about my chest

 

Pushing out the last of my breath

 

Hoping to be rid of every feeling.

 

My hair is damp along with my eyes

 

Shower epiphany’s pealing

 

With the wallpaper and pictures hung

 

Clipped onto strings and anchored with hooks

 

Screwed into soft points, not on to beams

 

My hands are weak and my hearts beating slow

 

Fingers bleed with every once left

 

Strength has become my enemy

 

She smiles with contempt and leaves me emotionless

 

Pencils are broken and shavings dance in the morning light

 

Floating around the room and landing in dusty places

 

I can’t stop writing

 

I might as well die in my chair

 

Clutching the wings of angelic words

 

As they drift from my pages

 

Ascending they are sucked towards the sky

 

Taking with them every great lyric

 

And every selfish term to describe myself

 

 

 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

To do your piece justice I would have to
return and read it again and then again.

This writing is so exceptional that I cannot even
pretend to cover it all in one review.

It is the work of a writer, about a writer, for writers.

Rated 100 %

------ Eagle Cruagh

[fireblossom]

We are the weakest ones of our species because without flinching we watch the train rolling down on us or others. We describe the intense moment of our own demise and we love the phrases that adrenaline and sorrow wring from us. If we had time for it our splattering blood would be rendered tiny roses of our life in prose and smiling we would evaporate onto the page.

This flew out after reading your wonderful poem. Thank you for finding me.

[Vitamin A]

Saying that this is powerful would be an understatement. It contains so much emotion, it makes me want to know more about what is happening. I especially enjoy your self reflection of your mind.

"Strength has become my enemy"

That is by far my favorite line. Astounding.

[Monday Parker]

wow, You are one of the best writers i have read in a long time. Keep up the great work

[Jake Mancini]

It hurts my heart reading this, love.
It really does.
It is a very beautiful piece of art.
The imagery is absolutely incredible.
I could feel every emotion and see every picture.

[Aekmy]

This is very good. I can feel the emotions just screaming from the screen. When I started reading this I was really hyper, but as I kept on reading I realized, calming myself down, just how hard this must have been to write. I have written a song once were I was crying as I wrote the words. It is a very understandable feeling, but such a misplaced one. Thank you for sharing. :) I really do like this. It speaks the truth, no metaphors sugar coating any pain, just plain truth. Pure beauty. Lovely piece.
-Madeline