This feels…
It feels like going on a road trip
Best friend at the helm
Trusting fully that they get you to your concerted destination
You sleep.
You trust.
You smile.
You feel the breeze.
You breathe.
......
An ekphrastic poem based of off the painting ¨Death of Sappho¨ By Miguel Carbonell
¨Don't do it!¨
I say to the woman standing over the rocky cliff.
¨He's not worth it!¨
Her body draped with a white, silky dress
She looks like an angel.
¨I Loved him¨
she says leaning over the cliff.
Her eyes gaze at the violent waves, her face is pale
......
These songs used to make me cry. I’d listen to cry. To feel. They’ve lost that effect. They’ve taken all my tears. Do you ever listen? Do you ever cry. Do you associate me and us with those songs. Do certain moment replay in your head. Do you freeze, do you break, do you burn. Or have you paved over those memories with new ones. Do you change the station, or listen, to feel. Or has the numbness kept you silent, sitting with a straight face, without a second thought.
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avoiding everything to
getting my hopes up
but still somehow my heart
gets broken
i’d rather be stabbed once
than repeatedly poked
don’t tell me you’re sorry
If you’re going to keep doing it
Stop feeding into my fantasies
All I asked for is transparency
......
I shed many tears,
Until I saw my reflection in them
You are my everything til we were nothing
And now that you're gone,
My heart is missing something
You walked ahead,
Didn't care to look back
You never cared about what you're going to leave behind,
You were always consumed by your own pain
Didn't bother the destruction you had caused me,
......
An ekphrastic poem based of off the painting ¨Death of Sappho¨ By Miguel Carbonell
¨Don't do it!¨
I say to the woman standing over the rocky cliff.
¨He's not worth it!¨
Her body draped with a white, silky dress
She looks like an angel.
¨I Loved him¨
she says leaning over the cliff.
Her eyes gaze at the violent waves, her face is pale
......
avoiding everything to
getting my hopes up
but still somehow my heart
gets broken
i’d rather be stabbed once
than repeatedly poked
don’t tell me you’re sorry
If you’re going to keep doing it
Stop feeding into my fantasies
All I asked for is transparency
......
you sit in your room and write songs about me
long about what we couldn’t keep
and everything we used to think
somethings sweet and somethings mean
but you’re the one who stopped talking to me
even though i was on the brink of leaving
everything you say is wrong
all those twisted up emotions in your song
or at least it’s not what you told me
telling the world your feelings is still hiding
......
watermelon toes
I don’t know how to say no
scalloped shrieks
floating where the wind blows
never mind holding the heaviest load
I’m so magical—I could make you explode
didn’t even give me a chance to say yes
before coming to rest on my sweet head
......
This feels…
It feels like going on a road trip
Best friend at the helm
Trusting fully that they get you to your concerted destination
You sleep.
You trust.
You smile.
You feel the breeze.
You breathe.
......