!!!Arrested Emotional Development!!!
Standing in the cotton fields of your love,I cogitate whether agreeing to this indentured servitude
was "worth" the risk...
Fists full of picked up pieces,
palms bleeding,
holding our memories based on false hopes...
Back whip bruised laced,
self-esteem shattering tirades,
unable to distinguish the masquerade from
“your” version of the truth...
Decapitated heart slowly beats erratic,
tragic,
but liberating…
Standing in the cotton fields of your love,
watching "our" plantation burn, a blaze
the days of toiling gone like the wind,
no longer a stranger,
no longer an associate,
no longer a lover,
no longer a master,
no longer a confidant,
no longer a friend,
no longer captured,
no longer restrained,
no longer in pain,
no longer being taken in vain,
no longer your submissive,
no longer, liberation...
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 8:46:00 PM
interesting the feeling of "arrested emotion..." at times, you can feel "captured." then there are other times where you are simply amazed at how liberating loving can be! ironically, this piece doesn't sound "freeing" at all. actually reads more like the opposite--enslaving... :-/
i truly feel this post slump. the metaphors and emotion are heartfelt.
"Fists full of picked up pieces,
palms bleeding,
holding our memories based on false hopes..."
damn
'fists full of picked up pieces, palms bleeding, holding our memories based on false hopes...'
this piece pulls at my heart strings..and that line...another damn!
this is why falling in love is so fucking scary....the horrid pain that can come. the infatuation always makes us forget. it is like the labor pains of having a kid...we always forget.
This is beautiful.
Love and hate definitely do dance beside each other along a thin line. You illustrate that in this piece of art. I really enjoyed it.
@ ArchAngel, correct you are, the post is about being a slave to love even after the master is gone.
@ Blujewel, thank you for feeling my prose, it was difficult to write, re-wrote it three times and it still doesn't say what I need it to say.
@ Joey, Damn, Damn, Damn James!!! Glad to know it got a rise out of you.
@ Rainbow, Damn you... ;p
@ Shelle, the line accurately describes my feelings, the situation and being. Its amazing!
@ Magicalsis, falling in love is scary because of the uncertainty. If you open your heart completely, they may not, the concern lies within...
@ Piglet, thank you, I consider the piece horrid.
@ Mizzjj, thank you for enjoying the dance, its far from a two-step in the name of love.
Do you take the time to analyze your writing?
This piece is amazing.
Wow! It's when you truly feel but can not convey all of the emotions in your heart and mind that you tend to write the things that everyone else seems to love!
If what you've shared is what you are feeling...May Peace Soon Be Yours.
"Standing in the cotton fields of your love,
watching "our" plantation burn, a blaze
the days of toiling gone like the wind,"
Dude! I was right there, smoke stinging my eyes as the 3rd plantation burned. You are an amazing writer to have taken me there so thoroughly.
Wow, this is really amazing Slump, thanks for sharing, I'm feelin' the vivid visuals but I guess you knew that huh ;-)
@ Slump
Little people have a lot of energy. Know fact. Now stop frontin' and read the whole damn thing!
"Fists full of picked up pieces,
palms bleeding,
holding our memories based on false hopes..."
....these words throw visuals into your face at a rate that make escape from emotion intolerable.
this is a beautiful poem!