email me if you wish. poetofthelight5@gmail.com
If you chose to attack me, I reserve the right to presume you don't exist and unworthy of a retort, or I may just write you and your ignorance out of my mind. ;-)
Truth be told~ I’ve no idea what kind of writer or poet I am, how good or how bad really. In this day and age it seems, we sometimes get likes (feel obligated) because we liked someone work/art or message. I’m not keen to that concept, albeit I understand others might be trying to be supportive- within that gray area so as not to seem critical, to someone they perceive as a lessor learner.
I tend to write from past experiences, (not all my own) and some are even new drafts of old versions of writes from a more modern view/voice or understanding. I enjoy being a tad provocative in the sense of stirring up ones emotions. I oft dismiss the mechanics because they tend to hinder realities honest and authentic voices conveying a truth, even if but their own. Reminding others in my message what having a loss feels like, traversing as a frail vessel adrift at on a sea of bitterness- alone or a new love acquired, and usually from a childish perspective. All writers have goals and many have entrenched agenda’s but for me, I have the need to write.
Everything I write comes from my heart. I share them here, amongst those who might relate, might appreciate what is my style, my tone, my tragedy, my perspective, my naked vulnerability as whispers- from the scars on my heart. I like to think of myself as a high-wire balancing ambivert that can slip one way or another on the stretched tether of my heart whereas poetry serves as my balancing rod.
Thank you for reading and your visit. Perhaps we will dance like love birds, to the same intertwining music as we delve in cryptic words on inked pages during our life's…song?
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16 thoughts on “Miss Parsed”
This is such a touching sentiment. I can recall experiencing this feeling throughout various stages of my life, for different people and situations. These words gift me the assurance of being part of the greater human spirit, when I’ve felt completely isolated at times. Timeless work ☺ Obrigado!
This is such a touching sentiment. I can recall experiencing this feeling throughout various stages of my life, for different people and situations. These words gift me the assurance of being part of the greater human spirit, when I’ve felt completely isolated at times. Timeless work ☺ Obrigado!
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You are most kind with your words, Thank you.
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This moved me.
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment with honesty.
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My pleasure.
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I absolutely love this. And I get it completely. I think we all want to be seen and heard. To be accepted and understood. Lovely work, Poet.
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Thank you my friend. Very kind of you to say.
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I really like the way you say things. It’s in a way I can really connect to… so thank YOU for sharing.
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Your most kindly welcome. Words- are they not our true conduit for sharing our…inner emotions?
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Perhaps just that, yes
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That cuts. In all the best and sorrowful ways.
I guess we all are an Eleanor Rigby to someone else at some point or another in life.
Great poem.
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Thank you, and yes, that is a nice way of putting it.
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Such intense thoughts!
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Thank you for reading deeply and commenting. I appreciate both.
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I truly get this…well said
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Thank you.
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