preraph Posted August 31, 2016 Share Posted August 31, 2016 Hoist you up from the sea waters murky with silt dragging you, dragging you back to me Bodies bobbing behind you to cover with sheets on the shore Tell me, did any of them love you more? What do you see me as now? Should I sink beneath the waves scales glistening seaweed, dark vine returning to the deep Love at first chill I saw it in your eyes Cooler heads/colder hearts waved it off, so you loved me in the margin quite a lengthy footnote Between the lines was all I wrote Have you noticed decades have passed? Hoisting you up from the sea could be the death of me. Standing by the shore You pray the storm will purge you Eyes closed, you pull yourself up from the sand and stumble blindly in your hope Behind you lies a trail of slain ideals sparkling seductively in the moonlight. You may as well take them with you. When you’re weak, they look so pretty they almost speak 4 Link to post Share on other sites
sooshi Posted August 31, 2016 Share Posted August 31, 2016 Did you write this, preraph? It's beautiful. 1 Link to post Share on other sites
DarrenB Posted August 31, 2016 Share Posted August 31, 2016 This is really nice. 1 Link to post Share on other sites
Author preraph Posted August 31, 2016 Author Share Posted August 31, 2016 Thank you. Yes, wrote it a while back and some analogy I was giving on here earlier reminded me of my own obsessive love weary times! Link to post Share on other sites
sooshi Posted August 31, 2016 Share Posted August 31, 2016 I hope you'll post more of your poetry along the way. Keep writing. You're talented. 1 Link to post Share on other sites
Author preraph Posted August 31, 2016 Author Share Posted August 31, 2016 Oh, thank you. That's so nice to hear. Truth is, not many people care about poetry anymore. Probably only other poets or writers. Link to post Share on other sites
sooshi Posted August 31, 2016 Share Posted August 31, 2016 (edited) You express yourself so well. Please do keep writing! Edited August 31, 2016 by sooshi 1 Link to post Share on other sites
Dis Posted September 1, 2016 Share Posted September 1, 2016 Oh wow!!! I got the chills! Beautifully written...such expressive langauge!!! You're very talented preraph! I love writing poems too...poetry is underrated...it calms me and validates me in a way nothing else can Can you tell us in your own words what this poem means to you...and why you wrote it? 2 Link to post Share on other sites
Author preraph Posted September 1, 2016 Author Share Posted September 1, 2016 There's a guy that I have known 40 years almost and we have a lot of water under the bridge, love, betrayal, career stuff, and kind of an impossible situation, and we were on parallel paths, so our lives criss-crossed. I imagine I wrote that poem when I knew that in order to come back fully from my major depression and PTSD, that I would have to drag him back into my life to complete the healing process. 2 Link to post Share on other sites
Author preraph Posted September 1, 2016 Author Share Posted September 1, 2016 Oh wow!!! I got the chills! Beautifully written...such expressive langauge!!! You're very talented preraph! I love writing poems too...poetry is underrated...it calms me and validates me in a way nothing else can Can you tell us in your own words what this poem means to you...and why you wrote it? One good thing about writing is even when a relationship turned to crap, there is some satisfaction that out of the ruins, you created something of beauty, so it's like taking back a little bit of yourself. 2 Link to post Share on other sites
Dis Posted September 1, 2016 Share Posted September 1, 2016 There's a guy that I have known 40 years almost and we have a lot of water under the bridge, love, betrayal, career stuff, and kind of an impossible situation, and we were on parallel paths, so our lives criss-crossed. I imagine I wrote that poem when I knew that in order to come back fully from my major depression and PTSD, that I would have to drag him back into my life to complete the healing process. One good thing about writing is even when a relationship turned to crap, there is some satisfaction that out of the ruins, you created something of beauty, so it's like taking back a little bit of yourself. Thats what I gathered from the overall message and tone of the poem...makes alot of sense...you summarized your experience with him so poignantly I cant tell you how beautiful your poem is...I keep re-reading it I REALLY agree with the bold print!!!! Heres a poem I wrote after I walked in on my ex cheating on me. Its very different than yours and probably cant compare to your but here it is... The deception of a man's heart runs deep It runs miles deeper than my mind can travel And is vaster than my mind can comprehend The deception of a man's heart has shattered my own truth It has made me eat every pretty word And swallow every ugly truth The deception of a man's heart has cost me the price of a million cities It has stripped me of the dignity of a thousand kings It has robbed me of my good nature My good faith My kindess All of which are now diminished to waste - Dis 2 Link to post Share on other sites
Author preraph Posted September 1, 2016 Author Share Posted September 1, 2016 [/b] Thats what I gathered from the overall message and tone of the poem...makes alot of sense...you summarized your experience with him so poignantly I cant tell you how beautiful your poem is...I keep re-reading it I REALLY agree with the bold print!!!! Heres a poem I wrote after I walked in on my ex cheating on me. Its very different than yours and probably cant compare to your but here it is... The deception of a man's heart runs deep It runs miles deeper than my mind can travel And is vaster than my mind can comprehend The deception of a man's heart has shattered my own truth It has made me eat every pretty word And swallow every ugly truth The deception of a man's heart has cost me the price of a million cities It has stripped me of the dignity of a thousand kings It has robbed me of my good nature My good faith My kindess All of which are now diminished to waste - Dis Oh, that's really beautiful! It's just a tragic time when our dreams and hopes are crushed. Once it happens, it's very hard to ever fully give yourself again. Someone has to really earn it. It sucks the life out of us, tramples our best impulses into dust, doesn't it? Very poignant. So tragic. 1 Link to post Share on other sites
Dis Posted September 1, 2016 Share Posted September 1, 2016 Oh, that's really beautiful! It's just a tragic time when our dreams and hopes are crushed. Once it happens, it's very hard to ever fully give yourself again. Someone has to really earn it. It sucks the life out of us, tramples our best impulses into dust, doesn't it? Very poignant. So tragic. Thank you! And yes...I whole heartedly agree. I wrote that poem not just about my most recent ex...but my previous ex who also cheated on me. It was my way of expressing how almost every man I give myself to seems to stab me in the back and like you said, crush my hopes. What is it in people that is so poisoned...so damaged...that they cant seem to treat us with common courtsey and respect??? I'm at a loss 1 Link to post Share on other sites
Author preraph Posted September 1, 2016 Author Share Posted September 1, 2016 Thank you! And yes...I whole heartedly agree. I wrote that poem not just about my most recent ex...but my previous ex who also cheated on me. It was my way of expressing how almost every man I give myself to seems to stab me in the back and like you said, crush my hopes. What is it in people that is so poisoned...so damaged...that they cant seem to treat us with common courtsey and respect??? I'm at a loss The older I get, the more it is a conglomeration of people I am writing about. Now that I'm older, I write kind of in a trance. It starts out with random lines before it starts flowing, and sometimes I don't even remember I wrote something and I go back and find it. And then I have to let it sit weeks, months, or years before I can edit it. It's weird. It's hard to be the person you want to be inside when no one will LET you be that or will only prey on that. 1 Link to post Share on other sites
Dis Posted September 1, 2016 Share Posted September 1, 2016 The older I get, the more it is a conglomeration of people I am writing about. Now that I'm older, I write kind of in a trance. It starts out with random lines before it starts flowing, and sometimes I don't even remember I wrote something and I go back and find it. And then I have to let it sit weeks, months, or years before I can edit it. It's weird. It's hard to be the person you want to be inside when no one will LET you be that or will only prey on that. I know what you mean, I turned 30 in June...now it seems every guy that somehow betrays me just becomes the same as the others....they all seem to be one giant messed up person I keep dealing with. I'm in therapy now so hopefully I'll figure out how to make better decisions when it comes to dating Writing processes are pretty neat...every writer has their own. I can only write when I'm in some pretty intense emotional pain....then the first line of a poem pops up in my head...the rest just flows Whatever your writing process is keep up with it. Your writing is incredible. I re-read your poem again today and identified with it in a very personal way. That made the poem even more powerful to me Thanks again for sharing your work and I'd LOVE to hear more! 1 Link to post Share on other sites
Author preraph Posted September 1, 2016 Author Share Posted September 1, 2016 I know what you mean, I turned 30 in June...now it seems every guy that somehow betrays me just becomes the same as the others....they all seem to be one giant messed up person I keep dealing with. I'm in therapy now so hopefully I'll figure out how to make better decisions when it comes to dating Writing processes are pretty neat...every writer has their own. I can only write when I'm in some pretty intense emotional pain....then the first line of a poem pops up in my head...the rest just flows Whatever your writing process is keep up with it. Your writing is incredible. I re-read your poem again today and identified with it in a very personal way. That made the poem even more powerful to me Thanks again for sharing your work and I'd LOVE to hear more! You keep writing too. And good luck with the therapy. When young I wrote mostly when in pain. Then I began to write more from inspiration like from songs or a book or something. Then I didn't write through the depression and when I came back, it was all kind of in a trance. I haven't had the urge to write for awhile. I'm working too much and not inspired. 1 Link to post Share on other sites
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