4 Methods to Soothe Raging Emotions: Out of My Misery

I long for silence to finally consume
the screams that echo deep - my private hell.
This storm of thoughts will usher forth my doom.

My lungs contrict against the fears which loom;
am I the only one whho hears them yell?
(Oh how) I long for silence to finally consume.

I scream in hopes of lessoning the gloom;
how many wasted breaths mus I expel
(before) this storm of thoughts does usher forth my doom.

I turn the music up and forge a womb
to drown out fears as they begin to swell.
(Please Lord) I long for silence to finally consume.

The pounding bass works fiercly to entomb
emotions raging forth--to help dispel
this storm of thoughts which ushers forth my doom.

My heart's resigned to never feel the bloom
of peace until I say my last farewell.
(Oh how) I long for silence to finally consume
the storm of thoughts which ushers forth my doom.

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Notes:  Today is Friday and thus when I typically post my CIHTD? post.  However, inspiration for that came earlier this week on Wednesday with 3WW's words for this week.  Still I feel a bit out of sorts for not posting a song inspired piece today.  I have consoled myself by including music as part of the poems essense.

This also makes poem number four in my "Methods to Soothe Raging Emotions" series.

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Over at the dVerse Poets Pub for FormForAll they are exploring villanelle.  While this is not a new form for me, it has been quite awhile since I last toyed with it...so I figured I give it another go.  I did take a couple of liberties...but I've come to accept that part of learning the rules is breaking them. 

If you get a chance, check out how some of the other dVerse talents tackled this form.

2 You Made Me This Way

I don't fear death; I fear
the life I'll never live.

When the day finally comes–
my last breath spent–
I can hear Your question
resound in my ears as Your arms
welcome me into their warm embrace.

Two words (with their questionesque tone)

scratch at the surface of
who I'll never be.

I long to allay Your troubled
soul with
       with an affirming reply;

Three words (with the power to heal)

burrow deep down within
the me I'll never be.

I don't fear death for I know
Your open arms will quiet the tirade
the thoughts and fears that
bind, but I fear
I can't forgive the life
I'll never live.

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I know there is still more I need to say...but for right now, I just need to get this out.  This question has been haunting me for quite awhile; I'm still not sure the answer.  It has sat side by side with the question (not posed) in the title. 

8 Can I Have This Dance?: Uneven

Title:  Breakeven (Falling to Pieces)
Artist:  The Script
Album:  The Script
Genre:  Pop

Uneven

Heartstrings dangle, grazing the ground;
his chest cut wide open--
each breath a labor (of lost love),
while she walks away clean
unhindered by 
strings neatly cut close to the heart.

Notes:  I'm a little early with this CIHTD?, but the words for this week's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>dangle, labor, neatly] spun the thought of heartstrings, this song just leapt to the forefront.  So, I went with it.

8 Last Call: Quinzane: Truth

Quinzaine:  Truth

#1
There are three sides to the truth.
How do you unearth
the truth's truth?

#2
Honesty cannot be beat.
What about white lies?
Do you lie?

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An Aside:  no recording this week....  I know...I know...you're all devistated.

A Form Aside:  It has been a while since I created a quinzaine.  I find because of their brevity that it is more fun to create them in (at least) pairs.  I also like to construct one with a single question posed in the last two lines and one where each of the last two lines are their own individual questions.  The second can be a bit tricky, because really it isn't that easy coming up with a three syllable question that relates to the original statement. 

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This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.

2 Time Capsule: Herstory

Title:  Herstory - Man's Plight for Equality
Date:  undetermined (technically still unfinished)
Setting:  Original idea sparked junior year of college, mainly written during second post-college job
Form:  Novel (maybe more of a novella at the moment)

For this one you have to follow the link....click on Herstory - Man's Plight for Equality; it will lead to the prologue and first two chapters of the book.  (Note--this is an old version of the story, slight changes have been made since.)  Of course, I wouldn't blame you if you were too lazy to read all of that especially without at least a little bit of a blurb....below is what I initially envisioned the book flap to read.

In 1890, the American Woman’s Suffrage Association and the National Woman’s Suffrage Association joined forces. In the midst of this union, a group of extremists under the leadership of a young ambitious woman formed a radical group called the WŌMen Society. In the hopes of achieving their goal, the WŌMen Society departed for a new world under the guise of equality.

Almost a century later, Charles Amarett finds himself plagued by dreams, which transform his normal happy domestic life into a crusade for equality. With the support of his wife and children, Charles unites the men of his society in a plight to balance the scales through the obtainment of man’s right to vote. In an attempt to guide and inspire a nation of men and understand the force behind his dreams, Charles discovers there is more to his dreams than he could have ever imagined.

Notes:  I decided to go a different way with this time capsule post.  No poetry today.

When I was in college, one of the general ed requirements was to take a woman's studies course.  It was during this class that the idea first popped into my head.  I actually posed the idea to one of my roommates, but she thought me crazy.  Sometime between then and when I really picked up the idea and ran with it, I had written a short (not even a page) intro.  When I did return to it, I'd like to say that was probably in 2001 (a good four years later), those words expanded into what is know recognizably the prologue.

This here was my first (longer than a dozen pages) story.  I have always been more partial to poetry.  Truth is I really don't have the patience to write much longer items than that.  Case in point the story With Just a Touch that I started on this blog and have yet to finish even with the end close at hand.  Even if we look at how long it took me to finally complete the insane ten act ballad, my motivation for writing anything of length is quite obvious.  I argue with myself that I managed to trick myself into writing it.  Since each chapter starts off with a dream, I was able to wrap myself around these short little stories that could be written in any order I like.  Even when I finally filled in the meat of the story between the dream sequences, I went out of order.  Anything to keep myself from realizing the amount of time and effort I was putting into one entity.

Herstory is not my only novel-ish length write.  I did manage to trick myself into writing another.  Unfortunately for the other three already started potential writes, I have yet to undermined my lack of motivation to expand them beyond the initial pages and outlines I've created.  Technically even this story here, while complete, is not quite finished.  I think part of the reason for that may be because it is my first; it holds a special place in my heart and for that reason just doesn't feel quite right (or done).  I think I'm just not quite ready to let it go.

Artifact I:  Original write (in green) of the blurb intended for the book jacket.