Echoes and Exits

there are echoes here like nowhere else. despite the crashing that takes up most of the room there is empty noise. His faint thoughts manage to reach my ears and, whether the ringing is all in my head or not, i respond exactly how i would if he had whispered the words directly to me...

 

The Imagination does brutal things if we ask it to, and I utilize my ability to lie to myself very well. As passing through his life has become one of his standard memories, I must decide how much I will let him mean to me.

I say this in my head as if I actually have the power, the ability, the self control or the will power to be that girl.

The strong minded girl who never gets hurt or left behind.

 

 

i remember what it feels like to be that girl.

I close my eyes, listen to my nerves, breathe into the wind and let out the only thing i can muster:

"please don't leave me..."

Reviews

Good write I like your feelings in it.

[Wildfleour]

This is wonderful...bravo!

[Brandon]

Nicely done.

[E York]

Been there...Done that. Came, saw, but couldn't conquer. Can't conquer hearts...can just stall them for awhile, and then, they're gone off floating somewhere else...sometimes, they don't even stay alive for you. Now, that's the ultimate cruelty. When they leave. Forever. When they go off to that somewhere that you can't follow them unless...no, you can't follow them. But you can't forget them.

They're a piece of you, and you have to wonder if you were ever a piece of them too, or just a passing thought. One that came and went and went and went.

[Annebelle Ashire]

Niki -

somehow....at some point...i'm not entirely sure when or where....I held my breath...
I held it and exhaled a shaky wisp of air I didn't know I had contained...

"please don't leave me..." - oh the very words I've silently cried to My Love a million times,
and expect a thousand more.

Honestly,
When I first began reading your poem,
I thought it was running together in an off sort of way..
But then I thought, c'mon,
every line, every word, every thought, every exclamation, every period....
every style -

they all lead to one thing - and that's character...
Character that will give you wings to do what many cannot fathom.
And that's to be free - to have that power to just "go" and "say" what needs to be done, and what needs to be said.

This write connected deeply to my heart -
""The strong minded girl who never gets hurt or left behind.""
- I've tried to be her....I've tried to return....but once you turn the page to the next chapter,
the pages refuse to turn back....they solemn themselves in unison with the rest.

It was wonderful -

[Musiq Ladee]

wow. i can definitely understand. i've been to a place something like here...hurts to bad to talk about it. but i survived