Sad Violin Tears

awarded 1st runner up in the Almost Anything writing contest... thanks!

...i vividly recall,

like sad violins

  i heard you cry

but a mere child 

      what could i do?

 you danced 

         with the devil,

we all paid the price

you kept us

      in harm's way

how could it be

         i needed to act

 the stronger of us

nevertheless,

   it taught me strength

each blow

 like a dagger to the heart,

blood pooled 

        around my feet

whilst you begged

for mercy

                    prayers 

 were never answered,

screams

 were never heard

          only the echoes 

         of violin tears

                   whilst I grew strong

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

There is little left for me to say by way of comments as you know me so well now and vice-versa...I can only send you notes to let you know that I've read your work and offer my ear (or eyes if you will) should it ever be needed...likewise, your writing is vivid and powerful enough that it does not require technical input...your voice is a breath of fresh air when positive, and a lightning rod of poignancy when negative, but both states transcend the page and penetrate the mind...you're the total package, to put it one way...I know you've had a rough few days and I hope that Frieda the dancing sensualist will return soon ;)

[Frieda P]

Ha, I just went from the deep psychotic to the dancing sensualist, gotta love this place! Thanks so much Steve, you give good review! ;-) xo

[kublakhan27]

My pleasure Frieda ;) xo

[Frieda P]

He lives!! ;-) xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha barely...real long week, and I still have another weekend to get through here ;P But I'm glad you remembered me while I was gone ;) xox

[Frieda P]

pfft as if! ;-P xo

[kublakhan27]

;) xox

[Blue Lotus]

You like sad violins i have a syphony ready for you... enjoy your read and good night

[Frieda P]

Not sure what that means exactly, but thanks Hanah.

[Frieda P]

...still waiting on this symphony

[khalid]

who should be stronger? in my own point of view, i think, when it is related to love, both of the two must be strong enough if they really want this love to ever live. love itself should be the strong one like an umbrella protecting two from the difficulties they may face. both of them have to hold it to keep it, if one gets tired he/she should know, they can have some rest, but not for so long, because the one holding the umbrella will get tired holding it alone...i loved everything here..the poem and the music..

[Frieda P]

Interesting interpretation khalid, thanks for the review...

[khalid]

it was a pleasure reviewing it..

[Marie]

I don't know what this meant and don't care to, but I am intrigued with the idea of "violin tears".

[Frieda P]

What can I say Marie, you're a treasure!

[Claire Twinn]

Sometimes its so hard to be the strong one.

[Frieda P]

Very, would take someone who's had to be in that situation to realize how difficult it really is, thanks Claire.

[Michael G.]

After the third read, I have now looked at the picture, and the music is now playing. One minute into the beautiful, sad music and I know I really didn't need to see and listen... but then, I did need to feel the full effect you have generated here.
The music, now at 2:29 does nothing to drown out the cries my mind placed with this write. Both from the characters and my own cry for them.
A sadly beautiful write. Thank you for drawing such emotion out. I no longer need the music... to remember this thought.

[Frieda P]

Your words always touch me in a special way Michael, thanks so much for your lovely review, and being a friend. x

[Michael G.]

The review isn't hard when the material is as good as this. Being a friend... is easier.

[Frieda P]

You just put a huge smile on my heart. :-)

[David Scott]

Knowing some of your history and the fact that most of your writes come from tragedies in your life, this poem put a lump in my throat that I fear I will not swollow for days. I saw a child watching her mother recieve abuse. This tender, artistic woman who held music in core of her soul. To be helpless and to feel the "music" of that pain as a little child is a cruelty all its own. Yet from this tregedy was born the artistry that is within you today. I can only be thankful to feel the depths of emotions you penned in
this tauntly strung intrument of poetry. Play on Frieda! Play on...

[Frieda P]

I absolutely love your read on this David, thanks so much x

[quinfinn]

when i read something like this and it makes me hyper-introspective and i begin to feel your thoughts as they whirl around in my soul....it makes me feel a kindred heartbeat somehow and i become immersed in your sorrow....excellent write...very deep.

[Frieda P]

Your reviews are always insightful and I look forward to hearing your tender and compassionate words each & every time, thanks so much huckleberry xo

[Blue Ivory]

This is amazing! Psychotic in a way I guess. But really really really deep. I LOVE this!

[Frieda P]

Okay this made me laugh, that's me the 'deep psychotic', haha
Thanks Siren!

[Blue Ivory]

I love psychotic :3

[Frieda P]

We could be best friends then! ;-)

[Blue Ivory]

haha

[Jack...]

What can I say...so deeply heart-wrenching and big time tear-jerking. I can not hear the music attached while at work, but the sad and haunting melody of your words swims through my mind, bringing depth to my awarness and brittle edges to my world. Beautiful, just beautiful.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Jack, sweet review.