Under The Pillow by Sam RobertsEmotions overwhelm me,
like a tongued fickle, web of disgust.
"Bruised are the fruits
they still taste so nice"
Drowning slowly and devouring my mind.
And emotions they won't catch me
in the bright birthing sky.
In the hollow - underground,
there is a place where I can hide. 10/07/2014 Author's Note: Quote is from a manic street preachers song 'Prologue to History'
Posted on 10/07/2014 Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
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Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/10/14 at 02:14 PM highly interesting, this notion of emotions as bruised fruit, which still taste nice in light of such bruising. in my own experience it is these bruised fruits which we are tentative to expose to the daylight which hold the most savor and the most meaning, because they are so delicate and so personal that exposing them to the scrutiny of the public would spoil them rather than bruise. and poets can deal with bruised fruits, given such emotions is what makes them vital. it is the bruises we write out. it is the bruises we have taken upon ourselves on this trip called life, which make us interesting and hold therein the most joy. |
Posted by Richard Vince on 10/10/14 at 11:24 PM "and there's a place i like to hide, a doorway that i run through at night..." - another song lyric this made me think of, from "Silent Lucidity" by Queensryche. i love how concisely this poem captures the moment, the feeling of not wanting to feel. |
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