I woke from a dream about an old girlfriend who died back in 2002... in my dream she was trying to tell me something... I woke in a cold sweat, and wrote this poem... I keep having this dream...
I dream of dead lovers in the night, and wake to the whispering silence of the lonely… I always think it will get better and tell myself, "You’re just down, your day will come, keep your f*****g head up", and all that… Tell me your dreams and I’ll show you my nightmare painted on rotten canvas, bleeding gray into an abyss that was meant for one… This is when you worry about me and think of what the hell to say to an eternal mindfuck that keeps skipping like a broken record… I laugh and smile as I push the needle past the crease… Music begins to play again as the echoes delve into my soul… a song… my song… listen and sing along to the whispering silence of the lonely… I dream of dead lovers in the night…
i admire your honesty in your work...it reaches the core of emotions...and it is well-expressed without going overboard...it's measured and balanced tone reflected that even through whatever battles we encounter, we must keep our heads about us...that is how your poem speaks to me....or at least how i relate to its strong emotive structure...i'm guessing you've seen your fair bit of ups and downs and came out a survivor...that's enriching your life experience...great stuff you've got here...keep writing, hope to read more of your work...cheers...
the rawness in this piece serves your writing well. good job on directing that in a productive way. I've read a lot of pieces where it's just" EMOTION>>>BLAH>>>Spew. this is the line that tied in all up nicely:
"This is when you worry about me and think of what the hell to say to an eternal mindfuck that keeps skipping like a broken record"...this framed the second half of the piece nicely.
but, Stephen, why can't there be lines? avoiding line breaks isn't breaking the rules, you know :) I think this piece needs to cut into lines. and that's how I feel about it today. tomorrow, f**k knows.
i admire your honesty in your work...it reaches the core of emotions...and it is well-expressed without going overboard...it's measured and balanced tone reflected that even through whatever battles we encounter, we must keep our heads about us...that is how your poem speaks to me....or at least how i relate to its strong emotive structure...i'm guessing you've seen your fair bit of ups and downs and came out a survivor...that's enriching your life experience...great stuff you've got here...keep writing, hope to read more of your work...cheers...
I like how this is raw, uncensored, you don't have a problem with saying what you're thinking.
I feel like I can relate, sometimes you pour your heart out so someone you think actually cares, but then they'll just say anything to make you feel better.
I've been through a lot the past six years. I started writing to help me cope. It all began when I went hiking up in the big woods of Pennsylvania, not knowing whether or not I would come back alive. .. more..