To my chest I hold,
A hundred and ten years old,
But the wounds it brings are fresh,
Only Two years old.
You erased the previous history,
Clearly unaware of how enduring,
I would find such details.
I do not get to seek the past,
Only our brief history, pained,
I can not dream of who she was.
The woman who loved Tennyson,
Who held his book for so long,
It lasted all these years only to be forgotten.
So like those words,
I will try to forget you,
Though they are still signed my love.
I'm tired of sleep being a struggle,
I'm tired of life being a struggle,
I'm tired of people being a struggle.
See me calling out to you.
See my pain.
Spare me or the alcohol will,
At least that is what I hope.
She is happy in her solitude,
The only pause is I,
When I murmur to her,
Or touch the glass in love.
She presses her nose to my finger,
Sniffing in recognition, and coming
When I call to her,
Needing nothing more or less.
I try to follow in her stead,
Trying to delight in her simple touch,
When she allows me a purr, or her softness,
Each getting our moment away from loneliness.
To my chest I hold,
A hundred and ten years old,
But the wounds it brings are fresh,
Only Two years old.
You erased the previous history,
Clearly unaware of how enduring,
I would find such details.
I do not get to seek the past,
Only our brief history, pained,
I can not dream of who she was.
The woman who loved Tennyson,
Who held his book for so long,
It lasted all these years only to be forgotten.
So like those words,
I will try to forget you,
Though they are still signed my love.
I'm tired of sleep being a struggle,
I'm tired of life being a struggle,
I'm tired of people being a struggle.
See me calling out to you.
See my pain.
Spare me or the alcohol will,
At least that is what I hope.
She is happy in her solitude,
The only pause is I,
When I murmur to her,
Or touch the glass in love.
She presses her nose to my finger,
Sniffing in recognition, and coming
When I call to her,
Needing nothing more or less.
I try to follow in her stead,
Trying to delight in her simple touch,
When she allows me a purr, or her softness,
Each getting our moment away from loneliness.
So I recently moved and the fresh environment has really encouraged me to really start painting. Actually it is too the point where I either paint or sketch once a day and I am loving it. While I am not sure how great the work is, I wanted to share it with people so they could experience the bliss of a change that is coming over me. Nothing is more calming than stepping away from a piece of work covered in paint more than it is.
I will also be trying to add some more of my older poetry to share.
So the last few days I have been busily packing to move to a new apartment. In the process I have been working to down size all the stuff that I have. Of course this means diligently looking through notebooks to pick out all the scraps of poems that I have because most of them were written while sitting in class. In the process I ended up finding quite a few that I had forgotten to show off. So over the next few days I will try to put quite a few of them up, and hope that they will be liked.
Feel free to comment on them as you please. Feedback is always excellent.
So I just scratched out a poem this evening in reflection to how I am feeling tonight. I do not know how familiar people are with this experience... but I have spent the last two years of my life dealing with a verbally and emotionally abusive boyfriend and then ex. I know it seems like a long time to put up with such a thing but it is impossible to describe the hold that kind of person brings in your life. There are no physical marks to prove that you have been through something like that. If you or someone you know has experienced it would be nice to know I am not the only one out there. It is so hard to realize that you have been hurt. I h
Hi Amberlee I was just surfing around, reading the newest posts, and happened across your page Just thought I'd leave a friendly howdy and my thanks for sharing your work for me to read
I actually just happened across that poem at the moment, looking for poems to read. I added it to my favorites because it is making me think about how i feel about my ex. So wanted to be able to find it again to read it again. XD