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The Arch of 2016
It wasn’t up until the year ended that I thought of all the things I replaced you with. It was how the sun sets from my balcony
how the sun sets when I drive
It was how the day never ends early enough. How the night is so long that even sleep does not help.
I have been writing before you existed and when I do not reply to the calls, I have stopped the sucking of my soul.
I hear the crying, but lock myself in rooms and escape. Make fun of me,
joke about my art
watch me drive on black ice
never buy my book
you were the first
and the last
typical cliche
horrible poetry being written
on the other side
and sometimes I compromise
other times I stand tall.
Why didn’t you kiss him hello? I’m moody.
That’s not an answer.
My daughter tries to get me
but she questions my motives
I have no reply sometimes.
I don’t conform sweetie, that’s all.
She breaks the rules
and here I am
trying to guide her
in this mess.
No answers to the arch of 2016
but do not want to see death
this year
want to bury the past
and conjure it up
in fragments
in poems.
Never challenge me
I break down
too easily.
Change my mind
like the Montreal weather.
You deplete me
with your absence.
No more fight in me.
Focus on my books
and bury the year under the rubble
of regret.
People on the other side
of the screen
mostly want
to bring you to your knees
and point fingers
at your weakness.
it’s toxic in here
in my head,
in my world
but it’s a new year
and I must charge up
my battery
or I’ll be drained by
the scavengers
that hunt for the art they can’t make.
Comments:
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Nicely done. Concentrate on your works. Ignore the haters and envious. You have the talent so many wish they had. Or as you said, “that hunt for the art they can’t make.” Your writing is ART.
So grateful for that! Humbled, really, you spoil me but I won’t let it get to my head. Never. My daddy taught me that. x
Good man your daddy.
the best, now don’t make me cry
This whole thing is another beautiful fucking masterpiece…but this:
You deplete me with your absence.
…is something that grabs me right now. The vacuum left behind where emotion used to stand.
Love this and you, Poetess. ♡
Eric, love you back! Thank you! Hugs!! xoxoxoxoxoxox
XXXXX OOOOO 🙂
Wow! I love the build up of this piece of writing. Magical words and true feelings. xx
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate that so much Rosebud, I suppose you loved Citizen Kane? lol
You are most welcome Chrissy!
Haha, I did enjoy that movie. Even more so when one lecturer many years ago spent half a semester analyzing it 😉
the best part of these types of film is listening to people’s perception but we all come out with something different, don’t we? Rosebud just conjures up so much. Love that x
Yes, I completely agree with you. Noone is right nor wrong as it is all about interpretations. I try to keep that in mind when reading movie and book critics haha. Have a beautiful day! Xx
You too x true!
Dear Chrissy …I’m holding your hand of raw and glorious beauty into the new year …you are inspiration ! love , megxxx ( sorry I’ve been gone so long )
missed you! thank you my dear, let’s kick some ass in 2016 xx
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .
The following seems to speak a lot of truth to me:
“I don’t conform sweetie, that’s all.
She breaks the rules
and here I am
trying to guide her
in this mess.”
Chrissy, you certainly seem like the type of person that stands up for what you believe. You will not compromise in any way, shape or form, and I respect that. I admire those with ethics like yours. You are a beautiful soul! Thank you for sharing.
Oh thanks so much! It has gotten me in so much trouble and internal turmoil but that’s fine x thank you for your comment.
You’re welcome.:) Your convictions may get you in trouble at times, but you’re staying true to yourself, and you can’t get any better than that.
yes, thank you x