Feels Like Forever...

Woke up this morning, feels like forever since the mourning of your name...

In shame I hid tethered to fame, a blind grain of sand against a slimy flame

I'm gaining momentum like rain, a zany feelin' bein' clean

weaning myself off the draining lifestyle, my grind paid in dreams

My time stood-still, feels like December when your clever weather was stormy

I grew gills and stormed on... 

A starship trooper in September, I ran around in embers

no space vacuum in dust, I grin and shoulder on

In my holster a wand, it sings songs about wrongs

atrocities gonged through the city, a bong hit of infinity

I stare behind me and see her one last time in the rust of spaces left between us

I know she will not see this, I'm just a bleeding creature...

So whisper feels like forever

...Leave it

Reviews

[Chrissie Muldoon]

Oh wow.... 'feels like forever since the mourning of your name...' sets us up perfectly for what you're feeling, and immediately hits as well, because all of us have--- in some way or another--- mourned someone's name and what that name means (or meant) to us.
Just brilliant.

[apennylate]

Thanks, and yes we all have, sadly.

[berenongur]

I'm just a bleeding creature...
ahh i really loved every part of it. why do i feel these in my veins?

[apennylate]

Thank you!
I am not sure, might be a medical condition, perhaps seek care from a wizened wizard

[Spamalot]

"Woke up this morning, feels like forever since the mourning of your name..."

Why thank you, dear. I'm glad to hear that you miss me. This is Elsie...right?

Seriously, kid, stop avoiding your meds.

[apennylate]

Dance, doggy, dance

[apennylate]

Bro don't take the time to personally and specifically review my poems... That shows WAY too much investment, just copy and paste something, otherwise people might think you have deeper feelings for better writing than you actually do.

[emmajoygreen]

'I stare behind me and see her one last time in the rust of spaces left between us
I know she will not see this, I'm just a bleeding creature...
So whisper feels like forever . .Leave it

The pain of those words is.. more than painful. Your sadness says what has, does and will hit everywhere breathing - just about as it drowns in one's own tears.

[apennylate]

One of the most painful experiences of my young life at the time.
Thank you, EJ, thought perhaps I would not see your comments again.
I have done a solidly excellent job at isolating myself, both here and in my everyday.
Been practicing the art of forgiveness, starting at ground zero, me.
So... I appreciate the recognition of sorrow, in my own destruction I at least wrought beautiful murals to my state of mind.
Pain is merely a looking glass.

[Davidgeo]

Ain't codependency a b***h?

[apennylate]

Thanks for the time to review, and yes, it really is.
Was married to the idea I could sell my own identity to buy "happiness for twelve years.

Three years now single and forging my own path. got to say...

Loving freedom from the toxic umbrella of codependency.
Miss meh dog, though...

[Mari' Emeraude]

Love the line ...'in the rust of spaces left between us." Maybe she would appreciate this if she did see this. Lovely poem.

[apennylate]

Thanks very much for the time spent, and maybe she would...

[Zuke]

December is a hard time for us all... especially one in particular.

[apennylate]

Certainly, Thank you, Zuke

[Robert Trakofler]

okay I wrote a song about twenty five years ago and reading this made me remember it its a bit sketchy in my sketchy bunny mind but.....
Woke up this morning,
got out of bed
evenings pleasure
drove in my head
don't know what I'm doing
maybe Ill find a job...
oh i can see now
I'll just pack my things and go
(refrain thing)
Life would be better
these things I'm sure I'll know
the Lowcale solution

okay you can go back to your regularly scheduled program :)

I say this partly of the intention of the write and partly because this reads like a song and like my song it sounds like a very happy tune but it is full of unhappy things in a sort of sardonic looney tunes melody
like my locale solution isn't one in dieting (change your lifestyle not your caloric intake!) and (change how you live not where you live and moving) to cure your ills neither is your write of blight and you scream it as such with a sublime beauty in that wonderful voice of yours. Oh yeah I love that you use mourning like me you are one sexy writer silent:) the the the the thats all the bunny has to say:)

[apennylate]

A nice ditty, my friend...
Thanks for it, aha
Morning
Mourning
...Who could resist...
Not our sexy-voiced selves
I am merely happy to be a vessel of which to ship the feelz...
All that follows is a pleasure to see

[Mary]

Separation, break ups with loved ones, be they others, or parts of ourselves, by death or design, are eternal, or so they seem. And I thank you for giving words to the impossible emotion :-). added to my favorites.

[apennylate]

Another sweet comment, Mary, thank you so much...!
Glad you enjoyed it, and never impossible
Just farther away, sometimes

[Chris Shaw]

When you are mourning a break up it does seem like forever. So does December with its cold and grey (at least where I come from). Poignant piece, but we survive and eventually move on. Nicely conveyed lines and expression.

Chris

[apennylate]

Actually re-writing this one for a national song contest i HOPE to place well in...
Thanks so much, Chris, for your poignant words...
Turtle and move, turtle and move....

[Chris Shaw]

Good luck with the contest!

[apennylate]

Tank'z you!