No matter how much armour we wear there's always someone out there that has what it takes to penetrate it. Blue turns to red, and then often back to blue.
the title of this write captured my attention...
very indicative of when when is caught amidst of dealing
with constant heart ache *a cycle *. i can't help but share RomaJ's sentiments :
this also brings back uninvited memories that i had to deal with...
(not that long ago.)
as well as i'm sure most have /are dealing with. not a pleasant place
to be or have been, to say the least!. your ink drops
always leaves an indelible impression upon the reader.
also, love the title. always a pleasure to visit your art, jacob :) xo
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for your words, barrie.
sorry you recently went through similar...these poe.. read morethank you for your words, barrie.
sorry you recently went through similar...these poems are kind of compilation of relationships from a while back...nothing recent---
thanks again,
j.
8 Years Ago
you're very welcome'd jacob...oh not that recent..couple of years ago, but
i thank you. yes.. read moreyou're very welcome'd jacob...oh not that recent..couple of years ago, but
i thank you. yes my new writings will be of somewhat of my own purging...
deeper and more of about me than "them" - have to draw out the toxins lest
your psyche keeps getting infected. i look forward to reading more of your art :))
Damn. This brings back fond memories for me..:) "love lies bleeding", but I don't know from where...I can't tell anymore...if it's from my broken heart or my wounded ego. I know I'll live either way. That sob..haha
But it was fun while it lasted...The pain. Reminds us that we're still alive.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
yes, as that song says.."you bleed just to know you're alive"
thank you, Roma.
j.
lots packed into this short graphic poem ... rough roads thicken ones armor but its never enough when ammunition has been honed to such deadly intent .. laying there in a heap one is grateful for the blues eh!? ;)
E.
Some people can get through our walls....and all too often they are the people who know just how to hurt us. I don't think a bulletproof heart is a reality....if only. Indeed, too many of us wear that blue. Lydi**
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..