Submissions by heatherfeather
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
[color=Purple][font=Courier][size=4][b]its these things that are too much. when its already too much. and even sometimes, when its not.[/b][/size][/font][/color]
SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 1:10am
16th Oct 2012 1:10am
Yesterday, Today, and Probably Tomorrow
Sometimes it comes.
Sometimes it goes.
(Mostly it goes)
Sometimes it goes.
(Mostly it goes)
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 1:15pm
11th Oct 2012 1:15pm
too much
it's these things that are too much
when it's already too much
and even sometimes when it's not.
when it's already too much
and even sometimes when it's not.
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 1:07pm
11th Oct 2012 1:07pm
force field
there is a force, a compelling force,
which sits uninvited in my heart.
it guides and propels me to be everything i detest.
i daily make myself uglier.
i stood by.
practically encouraged,
the mishandling of my offering of warmth.
until an ugly, empty carcass
was all that remained
of the child i once was.
i deserted myself.
i stopped attending.
i drifted, no, floated, away.
i walked into the other room.
leaving myself alone and unprotected.
i don't think i even ever looked back.
now, i continue to...
which sits uninvited in my heart.
it guides and propels me to be everything i detest.
i daily make myself uglier.
i stood by.
practically encouraged,
the mishandling of my offering of warmth.
until an ugly, empty carcass
was all that remained
of the child i once was.
i deserted myself.
i stopped attending.
i drifted, no, floated, away.
i walked into the other room.
leaving myself alone and unprotected.
i don't think i even ever looked back.
now, i continue to...
730 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 6:14pm
10th Oct 2012 6:14pm
Sensuality and Power: Why Mine Got Taken Away and How I'm Taking Them Back (An Autobiographical Indulgence)
"people are not good to each other....
I suppose they never will be
I don't ask them to be.
but sometimes I think about
it."
from Charles Bukowski's "The Crunch"
My work is about the relationship
between pleasure and pain,
and the beauty in this duality,
One is contingent upon the other.
Raise your awareness.
Become conscious of the sound of my voice.
Hear me.
Hear my littered thoughts,
my confessions.
Say them.
Say them with me in a quiet voice,
Say them with...
I suppose they never will be
I don't ask them to be.
but sometimes I think about
it."
from Charles Bukowski's "The Crunch"
My work is about the relationship
between pleasure and pain,
and the beauty in this duality,
One is contingent upon the other.
Raise your awareness.
Become conscious of the sound of my voice.
Hear me.
Hear my littered thoughts,
my confessions.
Say them.
Say them with me in a quiet voice,
Say them with...
742 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 6:00pm
10th Oct 2012 6:00pm
i do not have the words
one of the hardest and most beautiful things about being an artist for me is that while i am eloquent to a fault in visual media often i find myself incapable of stringing together a few simple sentences in an attempt to explain.
it doesn't matter that l said it all three hours ago and fifty times over in a couple of photographs which mean everything to me and nothing to the one that really matters.
i try.
i just do not have the words.
i imagine myself as hellen keller,
kicking and sputtering my way along.
it doesn't matter that l said it all three hours ago and fifty times over in a couple of photographs which mean everything to me and nothing to the one that really matters.
i try.
i just do not have the words.
i imagine myself as hellen keller,
kicking and sputtering my way along.
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