finite ll

expressions
that escape the deepest
core of heart
they come out
cutting

delivered in ink
that seeps through the screen.

expression.

thank you Cold One your comments are pure poetry.. love Crim

Woman ppplllzzz...you have lost NOTHING poetically...! If anything u have gotten more powerful ...see exhibits A &B:
"where poetry is an opera of screams..."

"scibbled thoughts    
left on the mirror of my mind..."

I would some would give there left nut(or Tit)lol
to create even one of those phrases!! :)
  
  

thank you graciously Poe I think what I'm feeling is my poetry is no longer taking me to the bright places instead taking me deep inside down the winding stairway of thought.. love Crim

Oh my greedy gods, beautiful! This is incredibly expressed. It may feel to you as though your words are falling flat, but believe me, they are vibrant and alive with emotion. Each word that escapes your grasp retreats back into your mind for another chance. They are part of who you are, and cannot live without you. My beautiful Dark Angel, you are losing nothing but your faith in yourself. I do so love you

thank you lovely one from my heart I don't feel they are falling flat as much as just cutting me when faced with them I miss my flowery fields :) love you lady.. Crim

uhm nope. definitely still one helluva poet, brenda
everything you turn out is packed with emotion & spirit
dark & beautiful
light & filled with hope
your pen is a puppet master
tugging the strings of my emotions
xo

thank you graciously beautiful one you moved me deeply with your thoughts I respect & love you as a poetess very much.. love Brenda

I imaging the more reassuring visions will be back, but the lingering darkness can be put to page and used to advantage, turned against itself in cathartic ways.  You're one of the best I know at this Brenda.  You celebrate beauty and confront pain, doing it in a public forum.  That takes courage.  Nothing finite about you Lady Crim.

thank you gracioulsy Sir Crow  I think in time whether I make like it or not to let darkness paint the page..  love Crim

thank you lovely Daniella for such a gracious comment yes I'm afraid it is me in the poem but it's just the darkness needing voice soon the lighter side will shine again.. love Brena

This poem is being reincarnated, to live in my memory... an inspiration for more.    

thank you Paradox what a lovely idea you gifted me smiles with your comment :) love Crim

My Beautiful Brenda, I will sound like a parrot here...echoing all those above me...I was clapping hands over every single comment which has been left so far...never weak my love...your words always pack a punch even when you feel you have stepped out of the ring....

I love you fiercly

your always & forever
xoxo Taryn

thank you my love not feeling out of the ring so much as just fighting picking my onyx pen up & let darkness speak.. I love you madly.. Brenda

the sorrow of sad poems is found on those bridges, Crim;
wonderful expression...

thank you John cross the bridges & go where they lead we must John.. love Crim

If I'm reading this correctly, I must agree. There's always pain and darkness inside the poet. And come forth it must.
And sometimes writing of high ideals, soul stirring love, and the best of the human species strikes the poet like a bullet ricochet when the poet is fully aware that his true self isn't always equal to the lofty words
But as another poet said earlier, "You have not lost a thing!"
You are still magnificent and true to your gift

thank you FB yes it must be spilled the darkness would eat a poet alive if held back.. I deeply appreciate your support.. love Crim

sweet Brenda - in time it will pass - just write it out and if that means making friends with the dark then so be it - when you're inspired to write in the light you just will - this is the nature of inspiration - write what is in your head, that is your current muse. No change in muse is permanent - read more poetry out with your comfort zone it will serve your inspiration and change your muse one poem at a time. Some times standing on another poets shoulders works, take a poem you enjoy and write your own version :-)

the thing is, you are such a talented poet, whatever you write is going to be good - trust your talent as in this poem, for instance :-)  Big Massive Hugs :-)

thank you David my wonderful friend I've been reading the beauty in your poems & i'm truly inspired.. maybe I will travel to the forest with you today :) love Brenda

This is just amazingly existential:

'my words now a winding stairway deep inside  
where poetry is an opera of screams  
that echos off the steel wall of my mental trap   '
 
'I seek visions to free me  
& one by one they die inside  
stillborn thoughts  
I wonder do these ideas get reincarnated  
in the minds of others   '

It's a vivid introspection...

thank you PR for such a beautiful & gracious comment gifitng me many smiles.. love Crim

Brenda.. this is so powerful.. with self-evaluation, and soul searching.. excellent ink.. love you, my sister..




























Dave

thank you Dave my brother I love you & deeply appreciate you support.. love Brenda

thank you beautiful Daniella the love you've shown me on my writes has really touched my heart.. love Brenda

Your words will come back, my Queen
In the meantime, relax, meditate,
take time for yourself; we all need it
`til then, we`ll be here waiting for you.

love you, Devlin

thank you my loving Queen I love you so much your words brought me serenity knowig I can just be no pressure.. love Brenda