I want to write poems
of hope and inspiration.
poetry that wields
power and strength.
But all that comes
from my pen
touching paper,
is fragments
of feelings deep
in the hollow
of my heart.
Those dark,
unwanted thoughts
that tease my body
into insomnia
and fester
into jagged
emotions scrambled
all over my face.
I can’t be at peace.
I can’t be me.
I can’t-
be.
the piercingly sharp
teeth of my mind’s
mouth persistently
snap and snarl
in the face
of my weakening
spirit.
self-
loathing.
deprecation.
unappreciation.
my brain won’t
quiet itself
but my heart
is too numb now
to fight the noise.
August 2016… the last time I logged in on this blog and wow, so, so much has changed.
Over a year ago, I took a *much longer than intended* break from blogging, social media, and writing all together because I felt that because of all of the real world commitments I had made, I couldn’t commit to much in this virtual world. While life stressors seem to be building and life seems to be growing more and more hectic by the hour, I still feel empty. I feel like I’m missing something, that I’m not doing something that I’m supposed to be doing- which feels very similar to walking into a room and forgetting why. It’s aggravating, frustrating, and you feel taunted by your forgetfulness.
I recently downloaded Google Docs so that I could write something for grad-school (Social Work), and came across my rough, ROUGH draft of a poetry book I started about 2 years ago. I hadn’t looked at it since leaving this blog. It flooded my heart and filled that strange void I was feeling.
I plan get back into the rhythm of things and get my flow back… get it… rhythm and flow… like a poem..? Ah, forget it!
ANYWAY, without further ado, I just wanted to re-introduce myself to this wonderful community. I hope we will get to know one another soon!
❤ Allison
WHAT??? This is crazy! I feel like I just had 1,000–and THAT number was a shock!
I don’t know if I deserve it or not, haha, but I just have to say thank you all so so so much for reading my words, commenting your thoughts, and following my blog. You really don’t know how much it means to me.
Writing has helped me through some tough times and to know that I’m not alone, that I have people supporting me, and that I may have made a small impact on someone in the world is amazing.
So, again, THANK YOU ALL!! 🙂
Dear Me,
What have you become? You’ve crashed, due to a faulty system. Maybe your wiring’s bad. Or your connection has faded. It’s like you lost all you had, and the cost left you jaded. You’ve plugged yourself into too many sources and now you’re stuck running their courses. Jumping their hurdles, running their races. Passing by so quickly, it’s nothing but a blur of faces. Make it stop, or at least slow down. I’m tired of seeing your face stained with a frown. You’re fighting a battle, I know you are. But don’t waste your life on the front lines of war. Calm down, breathe, and let go. It will be hard, but take it slow. You’re stretching too far and wearing yourself thin, give yourself time to let it all in. Don’t become this figment of who you were, live for today and be all that you are.
Love,
You.
Pebble by pebble;
Stone by stone,
this fortress was built up
by the hands of our own.
Now destined to fall
from the distress of cracks,
yet despite its weakening,
we continue to wrack.
We destroyed this once sovereign being
and have transformed it into an idea
we will never be reaching.
Not with our minds
wrapped in the wicked ways of this world.
Not until we learn
what a life is actually for.
Shots are fired
like the beat of a drum
with each thump,
another one comes along.
Raiding and ravaging
each other for their worth
ends only when one
becomes part of the earth.
Corruption and lies
lie deep within our lives
seeping into the core
of our values and guidelines.
We are no longer ashamed
and willingly take the blame
as long as the world
will one day know our name.
This is also posted on my other blog, The Society Journal. Please check it out!
I have been thinking about what I want to do with writing, whether I ever get published or not. What I want to accomplish in my life, what I want to change in myself, and how I want to impact the world through words. Because that’s what I think it’s all about- my small stamp on society.
I’m still not completely sure what I’m doing, but I decided to take another step and create a new site, thesocietyjournal.wordpress.com.
With it, I would like to welcome writers of all genres and forms (essays, poetry, fiction, etc.) to raise awareness about the troubles and to celebrate the wonders of today’s society.
If you would like to be a part of this, you can contact me through email, Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter.
Email: theauthoressunknown@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/People-Things-and-Life/58900456
Feel free to also message me with questions, suggestions, or comments!
Please reblog and share this to get the word out!
Just a reminder that TODAY is the deadline for my giveaway!
Remember, the topic of your submission is to be about society or humanity.
This can include:
-your views of society as a whole
-anything about humanity that you like/dislike
-the inner-workings of people
-how the world is, or how you think it is.
-what you think is becoming of society
-anything else you can think of.
There isn’t much constraint on the subject matter.
To submit an entry, you can post it onto your blog and comment a link below, or contact me through Email, Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter.
Email: theauthoressunknown@gmail.com
https://www.facebook.com/pages/People-Things-and-Life/58900456
Hope you participate and enjoy! 🙂
Feel free to ask any questions you may have!
My good friend, Alice Reichert just started her blog, Wingsonravens. This is one of my favorite poems of hers that I have read so far. Check out her work and let her know what you think!
A tree
Grown of bark, blacker than night,
Ruptured from the cool, green grass,
Sits, in waiting, in my back yard.
The black bark is twisted,
Mangled, frayed,
Like withered, arthritic hands.
The darkness compels, bewitches,
Pulls me in.
It’s magnetic.
The leaves are alive with color,
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1,000? What? This really is a huge, huge deal to me. I cannot believe that anyone would take time out of their day to read a word of mine, nonetheless, over 1,000 people reading my poetry. This is crazy. You all are crazy. I’m crazy.
Thank you so much for following, commenting, liking, and reading. Your encouragement and support means the world to me and I deeply appreciate each and every one of you! 🙂
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