Last Writes

I love anything that starts out this is "not you" or "not about you"    you can almost hear the keyboards frantically whispering..who is YOU then.  

As usual another wonderful write 😊

Ah but my keyboard knows me well.  It doesn't accept proper names.  It suggests coded metaphors only.  Lol.

Thanks Lori.

Fuck. Styx. From the beautiful play on words in the title, to the haunting conclusion.

You are such a fucking powerhouse, and this leaves a reader feeling some hollowed-out shit! Damn. Like, save some for the rest of us.

The way the narrator plays out the interaction is heady stuff. There's a note of regret that it started, more so than the regret that it began. The dinner for two, the details about the reheat, tossing it to the cats... fuck. That made my stomach hurt. It was brilliant.

And this... HOLY FUCK... this:
Because I waited outside
to get pelted,
just so I could agree
that you did the right thing.
But it never rained.

The spiritual agony hidden behind the acceptance was so harsh. Again. Brilliant writing.

You're brilliant. You really are.

I figured out my problem.
I write from my chest.
Far from the brain.
Close, but not quite
to the heart.

I also figured out the cure.
Whenever someone tells me
that I don't look so scrawny
it makes my chest expand
back to where it belongs.

It makes it easier to breathe.  So thank you!  

I'm still working towards brilliance.  And I appreciate you giving me a goal.

Styxian, you have a real way about your writing that leaves the reader feeling bittersweet about an entire moving picture that they did not experience,  yet it’s so relatable that many people have no doubt experienced these very emotions.
You have a true gift in your writing. Always a pleasure to read.

Totally concur with Betty (second time I wrote that sentence this w/end), It's the realism and honesty which strikes such an accord with me. Breathless expression mate. Rob

Thank you, Eerie.
Long ago, I was labeled a "blue collar writer".  It felt like a let down at first.  Yet, it fits perfectly.
My tools for writing are a common man's. I just try to make grander things with them.  

It's appreciated, Rob.
I prefer long sleeves. Because that's where I wear my heart.

I don't know how many times I can say "damn, you're good at this" before it just sounds cheap and empty... but anyway, your writing ALWAYS makes me feel some kind of heavy stuff. There's so much hurt & anguish in this, and then an air of something like acceptance... except it feels more like apathy & resignation... and I find myself wanting the narrator to just wake up and FUCKING RAGE at it all - the hurt, the confusion, the unfairness. (I'm sure that probably says something unflattering about me. I'm sure acceptance is the more mature response.) It just.... kinda makes me want to scream. 😆 Don't take that as a negative - it's just how powerful your words are, and I love it, as uncomfortable as it is. Freaking amazing, honestly. Geez.
❤️k

Hiya K.
You rocked that comment.  

Apathetic, I'm not.  Resigned, a lot.

And then there's rage.  I've had my days of it.  All it does is damage.  Once things go calm again, what good did that rage do?  If it's channeled into passion, both negative and positive, I'm that.  I will fight like hell for a worthy cause.  Be it my own or someone else who needs that in their corner.  But that is through passion for what is valued.  And not a rage, that destroys value.  
We see and feel a lot of things when we're enraged.  But we learn things when we're calm.

And your comments never, ever, feel cheap or empty.  You're a rock star. You rock comments.

Dear S,

I was unceremoniously informed I reached my RL quota. Instead  I offer this 🏆, at least until I figure out how to get more RL room.
I concur with my esteemed poets above. You have it all in your write. Raw emotion, pain, love, empathy, gratitude, truth of life and the list goes on. I think what separates the mediocre from the great is the ability to capture the readers interest from the onset. You have that in spades. The hero in this story is so quietly frustrated I thought the feral cats were the metaphor for his agita. A compelling write from start to finish.
H🌷

(Cool. I can drink out of a trophy!)

The part about the cats, I saw them as representing the undeserving.  Behind my fence, where they belong.  Yes, that's metaphoric.  (Nah, not me!).  

But, I also see it now from your perspective.  Sometimes I truly do forget everyone isn't peeking in my head, and seeing what I see.  (Thank god, then they'd have passwords to all my stuff!).

Your comments are so solid.  Thank you for that.  

Seems you've earned my last coveted RL spot!! Hopefully the Webmiss fixes the RL issue because I have a gazillion favorite poems and I cannot delete the hundreds that I would need to make space! Now the error message says it won't let you RL unless you just 'like' something first... which is counterintuitive, in my opinion. If I like something enough to 'like' it than there's a pretty good chance that I'm digging it enough to RL it too.... Go figure!... I don't understand this site change and find my want of participation on DUP dwindling more because of the silly hassle. That being said.... Your ink is probably the majority of the reason why I stay.  
 
I cannot and will never dismiss the fact that I constantly feel like it was my extreme good fortune to have discovered a little bit of magic finding such resonant, beautiful writing that impacts and affects me so deeply, the way yours obviously does. That rarity compounds the feeling of finding a needle in a haystack. Your talents are obvious to me many other good folks here, who not only seem to feel similar but who also have become affected by your words in a way that uniquely brands them, searing in your memorable depth and style.  
 
I adore waiting to see if and when I can read something new from your creative well... It's fully addictive (in a healthy way) and wonderfully transformative. This newest gem is no exception, there's a softness that commingles with some regretful melancholy but I also feel an underlying ripple of wisdom and strength that stops me dead in my tracks....  
 
The aching reality amidst the raw gorgeous truth that is your beating heart, makes me literally gasp.There are writers who can properly pen a structurally sound nice piece of writing and then there are storytellers who rip open themselves with sheer creative abandon, allowing it all to freely flow onto the page and in doing so, infuse their very essence—their soul into each stroke of the pen...and DAMMIT, how you bleed so fucking gorgeously well.  
 
Thank you for being yourself and for showing the rest of us how to write when your heart is permanently attached to your sleeve.... It's overwhelming, in the very best of ways.  
 
🌹💙  
B

Well bless you, Blue!  

What's kinda funny,  barely anyone in my real life gets to see my writings.  Few have a clue.  This is me without the guards, that we all do.  I'm also pretty sure that most of us are this way. We hide these.  It's easy to send away, but hard to hold in front of us.  

Writing has been my salvation.  It crushed some fucked up shells.  And when someone tells me that they see worth in my writing, then I also can step clear further from those shells.  
I'm the best me that I've ever been, mentally anyway.  And comments like you've written let me know that I'm doing okay.  

Thank you.

Hey Buddy:)

I love reading your stuff. Even when it's kind of achy.
The title reminds me also of last rites given to someone who is at the end of
their life. The end of something - very clever:)

On a lighter note I was talking to a friend about stray cats - don't feed them!!
They will mistake it for a home and keep coming back - expecting more. LOL
Some might even spray all over your picket fence!!

Thanks for the read - always a pleasure:)

Achy is good.  It means you are a good human.  As if we all didn't know that you were already!  

Your friend may be on to something. But, cat urine(and their stanky spray) is a natural rat deterrent.  Smelly cat means less rats.  Fact.  Lol.

Mother Nature may not always be glamorous, but she's efficient!  

Now stop being scarce and write more stuff in your page.