A poetic journey through my mind

The original storm

The icy storm of your anger washes over me,
freezing my face into a sullen mask of pain.
I won’t give you the pleasure of knowing what you’ve done,
but tonight in my dark room it’s going to rain.

12 responses

  1. Beautiful… words, and also its poetical sound too. Thanks and love, nia

    April 8, 2012 at 4:17 pm

  2. artblablablablog

    Very nice, I know that feeling.

    April 8, 2012 at 5:27 pm

  3. George Weaver

    Ah, you captured a piece of the universal condition. And, you did it in four lines. Lines that flow like conversational thoughts. This is really good. Really good.

    April 8, 2012 at 5:41 pm

    • KC

      Thank you! I wrote that one oh-so-long-ago, in my sullen phase. šŸ˜‰ I was a total little emo, before the term ever existed. Not that I didn’t (IMO) have reason for it, considering my overactive empathy and my family’s overactive conflict and emotional abuse cycle. *shrugs*

      I’m just glad I found poems when I did…not sure I would’ve survived without them. Paper became my skin, and pens proved mightier than razors.

      April 8, 2012 at 6:10 pm

      • George Weaver

        I sensed that in your poetry. We cannot know pure joy unless we have endured blinding pain. I believe that. I like the analogy. Did you write a poem titled, “Paper Skin”? You should.

        April 8, 2012 at 6:22 pm

        • KC

          *laughs* I had just thought of that as I wrote it. That’s how most of my things come to me. A word or phrase or picture says “Hey! Hey, you there!” and I pick it up and pet it and help it grow. šŸ˜‰ When this one is finished it’ll be dedicated to you!

          April 8, 2012 at 6:26 pm

  4. George Weaver

    I had almost forgotten you lovely woods, dark and deep. When you came today, I remembered. Thank you.

    April 8, 2012 at 5:56 pm

  5. Such great use of imagery. Well done!

    April 9, 2012 at 5:01 am

  6. I am really liking some of your stuff. If I don’t comment or ‘like’ – it’s not because I don’t – it’s that I don’t have the time. They’re all read šŸ™‚

    April 9, 2012 at 11:53 am

    • KC

      Understood…and thanks. šŸ™‚

      April 9, 2012 at 1:13 pm

  7. There is pain in those words. Luckily you’ve been given a commanding voice in which to bring healing to that pain by pushing emotion into words. Beautiful.

    April 11, 2012 at 2:15 am

  8. Raining tears for lost love: very fitting.

    April 16, 2012 at 1:48 pm

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