Her

2014

She had a fiery heart that burned on and on 

Until one day it turned cold and she lost everything she had ever known 

You could read her like an open book although she tried so very hard not to make herself vulnerable 

Her well constructed words usually fall upon the ears of those less concerned and uninterested 

She has so much to say yet keeps it all inside and pushes her feelings aside 

She feels alone and accident prone, attracted to the unknown

She is a beautiful soul in a chaotic world

She doesn't give herself enough credit nor does she constructively view her flaws

I know she can be all the things she wants to be, she is just having trouble being able to see 

I want to help her see

She isn't these two separate people she believes herself to be 

She is I and we are the same 

One whole spirit 

Not two battling sides caught up in the tides 

Author's Note

please tell me what you think :)

Reviews

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Wow, I understand this feeling. The feelings one keeps to there self because they are afraid they will be judged or hurt, and in the end that person is on a battle ground trying to figure it all out feeling all alone and shamed for many things deep inside. I see a person has heart in this write ,one wants to speak make a true person they can call a friend yet seems hard to find that very person in life because of all the hurts and pains.

[Raven Lane]

I'm so glad you can relate. I sometimes feel like the thing I write are so pointless because no one gets It. I see you have made some of my things your favorites. I must say I am truly flattered. Thank you so much.

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Yes I can very much, I know that feeling believe me, I haven't came to write much here lately and every one here knows me to write and speak, I just haven't been that person for awhile. People get it ,but sometimes they are afraid to admit it. Yes I sure did because I see genuine in your work:) To me a great writer speaks from pain and happiness, they don't hold any bars they just let it go. Don't stop writing ok:) Nothing is pointless I must say that to me as well. You are so very welcome:) my poetic heart felt friend

[misha]

What a wonderful poem. Great job!

[Raven Lane]

Thank you so much!

[MomzillaNC]

We're all so caught up in how others perceive us. We lose ourselves trying to be what the world wants to see from us. I do think this, though, is more free-form prose than story. It think it's a poem.

[Raven Lane]

I agree. There isn't really an option for free form though so I normally choose poetry or story.

[MomzillaNC]

Poetry can be free form. Some of the best poetry I've read is free form and/or free association of ideas.

[Raven Lane]

I didn't know that

[MomzillaNC]

Oh my, yes! Maya Angelou, for instance! Her poem is driven, driving, leading you on, all in her unique, genius free form style!

[MomzillaNC]

Phenomenal Woman is one of my favorites by Maya Angelou.

[MomzillaNC]

Definition: Free form or free verse: Free verse. Free verse is an open form (see Poetry analysis) of poetry. It does not use consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any other musical pattern. It thus tends to follow the rhythm of natural speech.

[MomzillaNC]

This is another of my favorites:
After the Sea-Ship by Walt Whitman

After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;

After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,

Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,

Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

[MomzillaNC]

Another:
The Garden
by Ezra Pound

Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
of a sort of emotional anemia.

And round about there is a rabble
Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.
They shall inherit the earth.

In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.

She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
will commit that indiscretion.

[MomzillaNC]

La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl)
by T. S. Eliot

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair —
Lean on a garden urn —
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair —
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise —
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and a shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight, and the noon's repose.

[MomzillaNC]

And the oldest example I know:
Song of Solomon
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes,
and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor wake my love, till he please.

[Raven Lane]

Wow you actually just helped me so much. I had no idea and I didn't know how to describe my writings to others.. I just keep a journal and they aren't entry's about my day It's thoughts, ideas and just my very own speech put into writing.. I feel kind of silly for not knowing but hey, now I do. The whole time I was thinking " I need to learn how to write poetry".. I do need to learn how to read it though. I must admit some of it is like a foreign language but one I admire :) I'm here for progress and I think this is the best place especially with friends like you!!

[MomzillaNC]

I happy to have been able to help. I find that reading poets like the ones I told you about lifts my soul, expands my awareness, and inspires me.

[MomzillaNC]

But, I like rhyming, fun poetry too! A favorite I share with my son is:
The Polliwog
read moreBut, I like rhyming, fun poetry too! A favorite I share with my son is:
The Polliwog

Oh, the Polliwog is woggling
In his pleasant native bog
With his beady eyes a-goggling
Through the underwater fog
And his busy tail a-joggling
And his eager head agog-
Just a happy little frogling
Who is bound to be a frog.

By Arthur Guiterman

[Ryan Henderson]

this poem/story is hauntingly beautiful. Also kind of describes me, except I am a guy, not a girl. Very interesting poem.

[Raven Lane]

Thank you very much :)

[Alfred Kukitz]

The piece reminds me of a journal entry of a person trying to grow. I was a little surprised that she was you but not overwhelmed. Dealing with your emotions via writing objectifies things making mature adjustments much easier. Keep writing I suspect you will gain from being here.

[Raven Lane]

Thanks. I already am loving this site. Writing is how I cope. I am very passive and avoid conflicts so my writing helps me in many situations.

[Alfred Kukitz]

You should go a long way charisma a very long way. By the way you are very pretty but I'm just an old man running at the mouth. Take care!

[John Byrd]

I think it's really good. I like how it's just one stanza maybe to enhance the oneness or that could just be my interpretation haha. The ending is really capturing also.

[Raven Lane]

Thank you very much :) i'm new and you're the first to actually comment I just get views and I want feedback :P

[John Byrd]

No problem :)