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To have and to hold
from Raili
The other day I wrote a poem about disposable relationships.
Today I write a sequel based on a lifetime of relationshipping experiences. A mini how ‘to have and to hold from this day forth, in sickness and in health, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health…’
When things go pear shaped between couples somehow it feels so wrong that the world keeps on spinning seemingly oblivious to the hurt, that the sun keeps shining, that people laugh, play and are happy. It’s hard to see the good because the pain can be so big in your heart that it makes every cell in your body hurt.
But there is always a way through the hurt. A path from which learning and growth can be discovered.
When people are hurt or angry, there is a tendency to rant, instead of clearly stating feelings and needs. Of…
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Dowry
from TheFeatheredSleep
There were no shotguns
no contraception necessary
the sterile
marriage was secret
rushed through with hands in front of mouths
to spare the blush of court-house staff
unaccustomed to women without men
they looked down as if crestfallen
it was fortunate I had not enough time to purchase
a dress
for it had always been my desire
to marry barefoot with knives in my hair
carrying your child to the altar
squirming in my belly
this didn’t come to pass
squinting down lashed road
I see where I dropped myself
in the desert without my shoes
like old coinage without power of purchase
I watched the purple sky
reduce in cold boil
until amber filled horizon
night creatures stirred without sight
I didn’t have a way back
I didn’t have a way forward
this was my dowry
the sand blowing without mercy
scratching at the door
By the frequency
from TheFeatheredSleep
You can discover when you are hurting
by the frequency of things causing anger
to rage like a hot tea-pot
given no respite
you can know when you are in pain
by the diminishment of senses
stillness in one place
as hours tick over head
submerging you in silent trespass
in a life that feels suddenly
void and laid bare
you can ask of yourself one last time
to stand up and listen to the barking dog outside
howl his discontent in a way you may never dare
the buzzing in your head a tickle
mindful it’s not over yet
there is a life waiting, maybe not
as full as some would have it
for there are those who go alone
and those who need a hot air balloon
we are all capable of flight
even if long hidden are our smiles
time
that trespasser of calm
wills us on
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