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Hide the tears and burn the birds
I hide every tear, collect them in broken bottles and hope they don't splash over
I've been made to hide my sincerity; I can imagine my tears streaming in reverse and vanishing back into my eyes
Should I follow my foots steps back to where I was? A piece of my heart never grew in the womb and I can't go before the egg or sperm or guilt
Panoramic view of the tear dripping in slow motion burning treads
Is it a mans world? Doesn’t feel like mine
It doesn't feel
A vomit filled bath tub draining amphetamine lies, my only company
Cigarette sorrows and bourbon barriers
A bullet would take my flesh away, it leave it worm infested and fly ridden
Dark circles and searing circus twangs, distortion out the radio
Fuck or fight, brag or break
But, still kicking and getting kicks
Happiness is easy… Let’s get suffocated by the plastic of housewife stories and golden crowned ignorance
Hate me please! MISERY LOVES COMPANY YOU BASTARDS
Excellent write I found it
Excellent write I found it truly compelling and affecting. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I think it depends on when
I think it depends on when and how you were raised. Guys born in the 70sand 80s and after were mostly raised to think nothing of showing their deep felt emotions...and most women from that period see it as a healthy sign and view men who repress and supress their emotions as being passive aggressive, macho,and violent at heart. If your father thought nothing of showing deep emotions, most likely you do the same. If he hid them, you will play the martyr role or deal with them in private or with a trusted friend I think. Everyone cries or dies young from holding it in. Some people see dealing with emotion in a private way as a sign of humility. Christ went into the desert...other figures of humility went into solitude.. it's a matter of individual choice I think and what fits best for the person. Personally, it was hard for me to watch my father cry...but I think that was because he did it most times during episodes of severe psychological pain from ptsd and the pressures of raising 6 children after losing their mother to sudden death. I raised my own children to cry if they need to. Their father is a sensitive man who cries openly with those close to him...and he no less of a man for it...but as I see it, more of one.
There are many healthy things about crying. I do it when it will serve my health without any qualms at all.
But then, I am also a woman.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Stop trying to debate my
Stop trying to debate my poetry woman.