Slam the door.
Trapped? Not me.
Which side? You decide which side I'm on.
Inside is outside where thinking makes it not so.
Air breathes easy when even hurt is certain.
[The corridor with half-open doors--terror.]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words go deep.
Don't speak. Throw rocks.
We'll pretend we know each other.
Then we'll leave.
Without even saying good-bye.
Yet doors hang on verbal hinges.
Say so.
I don't know
Any other way.
Release me.
Cut my heart in half,
But at least
I'll be free.
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Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity. T. S. Eliot
I think poetry is catharsis...
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3 comments:
Poetry, prose, rambling... just about any type of writing can help with the emotions that we are dealing with. I am a bit of a rambling writer myself!
Hello. I'm jeremy weber. No connection with you...I've just seen you comment on various Howards' blogs, and decided to check your's out. I was excited while reading this post. The rythm in the poem kinda throws ya'off. Also, good post by TS Elliot. Very true, in my opinion.
P.S. Good choice of Music, Books, and Movies, too. It's not like I've read and seen and listened everything you have listed in your profile, but I've heard of a lot of it. You have an interesting taste (and by interesting I don't mean "weird". I mean "good".)
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