Black Poetry : ...For Old Times Sake...

[triniti424]

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[watzinaname]

So much I liked about this piece. You start off eloquently speaking of "island waterfalls", then dig in and give the brass knuckles feeling of loss:

now...I’m a 5-car-pile-up-on-I-5-no-way-out-and-no-recuperation-no-regeneration...just a wreck

And finally emotively and simply state that you love and miss him. Good to read you again poetess.

 

[PurpleMoons]

WOW!

There she is!

BRAVO! BRAVO! BRAVO!

That's what i've been waiting for!

Excellent write Sister!

 

[HODEE]

I love this flo Triniti

Oh no.. not a I-5 wreak...
There is so much.. that could be said

You shared how no one.. and with emphasis on " pretend "

" No sermon, no words, no man, no..thing...
nothing can make me “pretend”

That I’m okay " ​

You gave me some great advise recently
You said the strong keep going.
When gripped in this way
Survivors.. find a way to survive



It gets a little easier.
It never goes away.

So dance.

Memories
Can get in the way
Cloud the focus

Something a song or a place
Triggers and...
They kick open the closet
It is OK to dance
With the skeletons


Dance with the memories and
Put them away
When it isn’t convenient

 

[info-moetry]

I miss you...
I miss you like the neverending torrents of island waterfalls....
Falling repetitiously
while fictiously
I-
Stand in stasis as if it never happened
Living an unstoppable cycle set in motion by mother nature
And no this is not about nomenclature
I just-
I miss you...
And I miss you more and more each day
Ironically enough for all that we did have to say
I just...
...........I just....
.......................I just... cant find a way...
to forget you
because forgetting would be easier than this-
to wake up to the sun shining on my face & remembering your kiss
...
........
................
....................your caress
......the breath on the back of my neck
...............and now............
*damm*
now...I’m a 5-car-pile-up-on-I-5-no-way-out-and-no-recuperation-no-regeneration...just a wreck
so I’ve found
if I surrounded myself with medial tedious taks around
if I keep my mind imbued in all the societal drama congrued
if I immerse myself body mind and soul in everyone everywhere with everything I get.....
...
....
....... I still can NOT forget… …. and…
I just miss you
I know what I’ve been told
I know what was promised of what could be and what I may be able to behold
But the fact of the matter remains
You’re no longer here
And in that I find my pains
For all the breaking-up-to-making-up-to-staying-up-to-waking-up with you on the other end
No sermon, no words, no man, no..thing... nothing can make me “pretend”
That I’m okay
Because i’m not
And the laughing-crying-fighting-talking-teasing-pleasing-sharing-caring is NOT something that I’ve easily forgot
And I dont know if I choose to...
Because if I do...
I lose apart of you
The part of me that will remain
Is the part from which i have nothing to gain
All that i have that I know will last is what we had in the past
*damm*
but that doesnt even matter anymore
because you’ll never walk back through my door
never call in the wake of the night
in the heated attempt to pick a fight
hussin and fussin - forcin a break up
just to make up for the sake of the wake up
and...
.... and in the end
all I truly can do
is keep my memories and wish myself back to you.
I love you
I love you
…and…
I miss you.​

absolutely beautiful sis..........made me feel warm inside and had me looking around to see who I could cuddle up with!

Just like your scribe, I miss reading you