And if you are indeed a figment of my imagination gone wild, then explain to me, this beating of my heart, this trembling of my hands, this erratic thudding of my pulse throbbing against my skin....
Love this line -love the entire poem. So many great lines - Stunning work my friend, :) Julie
Why is it exactly that we damn our hearts so? We act like they don't know exactly what makes us beat...exactly what breath we should take...exactly what flow to follow and what feeling to feel...without it would be a nothing...Your piece has thrown me into a roller coaster of thoughts, questions and feeling...self and science...as every piece should. Ty Yumna, as always Im a fan.
Perhaps, like everything, we try to put the blame on anything other than ourselves...
Thank .. read morePerhaps, like everything, we try to put the blame on anything other than ourselves...
Thank you so much for your thoughts and for appreciating, Queenie. I'm humbled. x
In every line there is the most beautiful, painful wonder, these questions of self and of your heart awakening into haunted places, longing places. Sometimes we create our own worlds to carry us to loving splendor... and sometimes we create our own worlds to lead us to our own demise. May your worlds ever bring you only light and peace, precious poet.
When I first started reading your poem, I was thinking: "why is this narrator messing around with this old memory -- why not stop wasting time & energy -- after being broken into pieces, the crusher does not deserve a place in this person's life!" And then your poem slowly gets around to exactly that realization, especially the last line, & it's very satisfying to have this realization becuz I get so tired of young people moping around over things that are done & over with! (Sorry, this is my response to an overload of heartbreak poems on this website). Well, at least your narrator is on her way to making herself free from the bad love addiction (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Your review made me smile. I abs agree with your analysis of how it is with the heartbreak poems (ev.. read moreYour review made me smile. I abs agree with your analysis of how it is with the heartbreak poems (even guilty of writing it too but...) I do try writing other stuff now but ah, sometimes slip into writing the usual ;) I'm glad the end got you satisfied and it's my belief that the end should make an impression on the reader so :)
Thank you so much for sharing your words and appreciating, BG 💜
You write with such sincerity, such gentle power, tears and smiles as if the best of friends.. don't know how you do it.. except that you, dear Yumna are a wonderful poet..
' .. damn this heart of all reasons, ~~ for I have created my personal damnation. ' How true is that.
Your lovely words warm my heart, dear Em. That you think of me as a poet, that's one compliment whic.. read moreYour lovely words warm my heart, dear Em. That you think of me as a poet, that's one compliment which makes me happy. Thank you so much for reading and appreciating xx
6 Years Ago
and oh, interestingly, you chose the lines which were rather spontaneous on my part :)
6 Years Ago
Spontaneity (sp) is far better than procrastination.. probably! xx
Wow, this is a beautiful masterpiece! Magical, broken love and just oh, so, amazing. I'm proud of your writing journey dear friend. I love that you've made amazing progress. I fell in love with this piece and can't stop reading it.
Ah, a wow from you indeed means a lot to me, Gullia! I'm glad you've been throughout to appreciate m.. read moreAh, a wow from you indeed means a lot to me, Gullia! I'm glad you've been throughout to appreciate my progress, dear friend, I love your words here. They made me smile. Thank you so much xx
my curse is to love you, whether you really exist or not...such expressive words about a really wonderful kind of damnation....to love like this...that is a blessing.
A blessing and a curse, both at the same time yeah... thank you so much for your words here, Jacob. .. read moreA blessing and a curse, both at the same time yeah... thank you so much for your words here, Jacob. Always appreciated :)
And if you are indeed a figment of my imagination gone wild, then explain to me, this beating of my heart, this trembling of my hands, this erratic thudding of my pulse throbbing against my skin....
Love this line -love the entire poem. So many great lines - Stunning work my friend, :) Julie