bananaboat11 Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 The broken shards upon the floor soak within their crimson tears. And it was only days before that heart of yours was whole and she was in your arms. You ask yourself, "where did she go?", and you may never know. You shouldn't know. What you should care - is where you are and where you're going. There is no use lingering on dead memories. It will only set you back into the dark, abysmal drain in which you try to climb out of. Her whispers of promised love still ringing in your ears... you tear the flesh from the back of your hand to erase the reminiscence of her touch. Her smile engraved in the back of your head sits heavy like the carrion of her memory in your mind. You scream as the very thought of her in his arms pours through your innards like molten lead forcefully consumed. Where do we stand now? It's too dark to see. You lie awake in bed awaiting the dawn, to no avail, no sunlight... to be continued...
Author bananaboat11 Posted June 13, 2010 Author Posted June 13, 2010 Thank g-d I'm seeking professional help. hahahahahaha
Author bananaboat11 Posted June 13, 2010 Author Posted June 13, 2010 Your window shards cry crimson tears? Eh? who said window shards? The pieces of your heart soaking in its own blood
popey Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 There is no use lingering on dead memories. It will only set you back into the dark, abysmal drain in which you try to climb out of. largely true, though moving forward does not happen w/ great success if you don't allow yourself first to sit w/ the feelings and contemplate what can be learned. Don't be too hard on yourself for lingering. Sometimes its THE predicate to advancing.
sedgwick Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 who said window shards? The pieces of your heart soaking in its own blood "The broken shards upon the floor soak within their crimson tears."
Author bananaboat11 Posted June 13, 2010 Author Posted June 13, 2010 "The broken shards upon the floor soak within their crimson tears." doesn't read window shards... just the broken shards... allow the imagery to capture your imagination
DenverBachelor Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 I can tell you're intelligent and you think deeply about things. Sometimes, though, you need to let go of the past and just run around a big fat field filled with flowers while not worrying about the occasional lump of dog **** that you'll end up stepping in. What I mean is that we create a lot of our reality from our perceptions. If you perceive the world to be an ugly place, it will. If you perceive love to be a temporary thing, it will. If you perceive yourself as depressed, you'll focus and latch on to everything that makes you feel depressed. You're in a state now where you don't know what love is all about and that's just fine -- but I can guarantee you that for all the sadness and depression that you're pulling into your prose and poems, there is a bright light just waiting to be explored. The world is a really big place and you're going to break up again some day. In the meantime, why don't you focus on going out and just having fun and just appreciating life for what it is -- dog ****, flowers and all. What we leave behind is not as important as who we are today.
sedgwick Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 doesn't read window shards... just the broken shards... allow the imagery to capture your imagination Given that the sentence (fragment) prior is "When I look out that broken window, the raindrops pouring in," I assumed the shards were of the aforementioned broken window, and that "their" modifies "shards." Thus, the imagery that "capture[d] my imagination" was that of broken glass with the ability to cry tears, which happened to be crimson.
Author bananaboat11 Posted June 13, 2010 Author Posted June 13, 2010 Given that the sentence (fragment) prior is "When I look out that broken window, the raindrops pouring in," I assumed the shards were of the aforementioned broken window, and that "their" modifies "shards." Thus, the imagery that "capture[d] my imagination" was that of broken glass with the ability to cry tears, which happened to be crimson. interesting perspective. I'm a physiologist, not a writer. Imagine her punching a hole through your translucent chest and ripping your heart out... like putting your fist through a window... only to let your heart fall upon the floor... into a thick vat of blood beneath your feet.
sedgwick Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 interesting perspective. I'm a physiologist, not a writer. Imagine her punching a hole through your translucent chest and ripping your heart out... like putting your fist through a window... only to let your heart fall upon the floor... into a thick vat of blood beneath your feet. Now see, the phrase "translucent chest" is getting somewhere! Sorry -- I write and teach writing for a living.
DenverBachelor Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 Given that the sentence (fragment) prior is "When I look out that broken window, the raindrops pouring in," I assumed the shards were of the aforementioned broken window, and that "their" modifies "shards." Thus, the imagery that "capture[d] my imagination" was that of broken glass with the ability to cry tears, which happened to be crimson. Actually, I saw the window and rain as symbolism. The window (glass) is banana's confusion and resistance to love. It is a sheet of pain (pane) that stands before him and his goal -- uniting in love with a woman permanently. The broken glass is a symbol of that sheet in front of his heart. The breaking of the glass is the realization that he's entering a new chapter. The rain coming in is symbolic of the old chapter still leaking through. What do I know, though.
Author bananaboat11 Posted June 13, 2010 Author Posted June 13, 2010 Actually, I saw the window and rain as symbolism. The window (glass) is banana's confusion and resistance to love. It is a sheet of pain (pane) that stands before him and his goal -- uniting in love with a woman permanently. The broken glass is a symbol of that sheet in front of his heart. The breaking of the glass is the realization that he's entering a new chapter. The rain coming in is symbolic of the old chapter still leaking through. What do I know, though. Holy ****, that was deep. Clearly... I'm not a writer.
DenverBachelor Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 Holy ****, that was deep. Clearly... I'm not a writer. "Hey baby, I'm a lover not a writer!"
Author bananaboat11 Posted June 13, 2010 Author Posted June 13, 2010 "Hey baby, I'm a lover not a writer!" Well... heh. One thing that irritated the **** out of me with this recent girl... she compared my penis size to a former lover/s.... I'm one of the bigger guys she's been with, but one of her past lovers was a 9"... i'm well above average in regards to penis size but I was so ****ing pissed she did that... and even told her co-workers my size and all...
DenverBachelor Posted June 13, 2010 Posted June 13, 2010 Well... heh. One thing that irritated the **** out of me with this recent girl... she compared my penis size to a former lover/s.... I'm one of the bigger guys she's been with, but one of her past lovers was a 9"... i'm well above average in regards to penis size but I was so ****ing pissed she did that... and even told her co-workers my size and all... Like I told a girl I hooked up with once -- Subway has six and twelve inch subs to cater to everyone's diet.
Author bananaboat11 Posted June 14, 2010 Author Posted June 14, 2010 clearly i'm depressed i told her that her ex so close in her life (there was a week b/w him and me) made me uncomfortable, but I respected what she shared with him nd their friendship... and I didn't want to come between that.. but to build a new foundation with me, free of taint is difficult to do with an ex lover so recent in her picture... I feel like I told her I'm insecure... go **** him instead. ugh FML was I wrong?
DenverBachelor Posted June 14, 2010 Posted June 14, 2010 clearly i'm depressed i told her that her ex so close in her life (there was a week b/w him and me) made me uncomfortable, but I respected what she shared with him nd their friendship... and I didn't want to come between that.. but to build a new foundation with me, free of taint is difficult to do with an ex lover so recent in her picture... I feel like I told her I'm insecure... go **** him instead. ugh FML was I wrong? Even if you were wrong, it doesn't really matter. **** happens and you might have made a mistake. Don't show your hand too quickly to someone you just meet, though.
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