I never really write stuff this honest, so feel f*****g privileged!

I never really write stuff this honest, so feel f*****g privileged!

A Poem by Safrina
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The picture is a Diane Arbus picture. Damn i love that lady.

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Sad. I am too.
Half sewn to open doors.
On the floor. I am too,
crushing under liberal damnation
and the new scarfed nation.

Sad. I am too. These
bruises are like roses on veins
and itching; alive. On vessel
touching, thurst thrust,
a 1000 strokes
across the face.

And I'm bleeding. You are too.

© 2010 Safrina


Author's Note

Safrina
Stick to your seats, this is gonna be a long babble babble.

This is about my mom. It's funny I don't really write this honest but last night i decided to channel everything into this piece. The only person on here that knows about my mom here is my boyfriend (love you! aren't I smooth? with my shout- outs and all? )

Anyway, my mom reminds me a 1000 things. Sometimes watching her is like watching someone having a stroke. It's funny, isn't it? how the taking away of the people you love leave you dehumanized? one day i hope i can show my mom this, and she understands. Fully understands. Me and mother dearest have a rock relationship, but one thing is certain, she's hurting.

So here's to my mom- slave to the wage and lonely. I thoroughly miss you, and hope the real you comes home soon. XO

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wow this is touching and beautiful..half sewn to open doors..and the new scarfed nation..i don't even have words for this..but I must try..it's amazing you can feel so close to someone's pain..it's something I live w/ myself..so I feel completely connected to your suffering in watching someone's suffering on such a deep level..it's weird..i saw a vision about this when i saw your status msg last night..about wanting to stroke your face..saw the bleeding metaphor..even though there was no conscious/rational reason to see that per se..when you contrast/integrate the bruising and the itching w/ aliveness..that speaks volumes..William Blake's piece on the intimate relationship/weaving of joy and misery comes to mind..My friend, who incidentally told me I seem lighter the same night, quoted Blake and it was amazing..But yea, this is amazingly vulnerable and strong..thank you for going to this place and sharing

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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it is a complicated and strong tone that this poem was written in, but also blunt and to the point, very hard to do.

Posted 14 Years Ago


wow this is touching and beautiful..half sewn to open doors..and the new scarfed nation..i don't even have words for this..but I must try..it's amazing you can feel so close to someone's pain..it's something I live w/ myself..so I feel completely connected to your suffering in watching someone's suffering on such a deep level..it's weird..i saw a vision about this when i saw your status msg last night..about wanting to stroke your face..saw the bleeding metaphor..even though there was no conscious/rational reason to see that per se..when you contrast/integrate the bruising and the itching w/ aliveness..that speaks volumes..William Blake's piece on the intimate relationship/weaving of joy and misery comes to mind..My friend, who incidentally told me I seem lighter the same night, quoted Blake and it was amazing..But yea, this is amazingly vulnerable and strong..thank you for going to this place and sharing

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Safrina
Safrina

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