a girl screams into a sea of people who love her,
but nobody turns nobody looks nobody listens
a girl screams into a sea of people,
but they don't really love her
a girl screams into a sea,
a girl screams into
and thinks it is the same thing.
figure 2. — GRIEF .
sometimes, i think i am a road block. cracked cement.
the uncomfortable blip you are stuck at before you can arrive at your destination.
sometimes, i think i am rotten mouth rotten hands rotten heart,
acrid and burning. decaying.
sometimes, i think there is a honeybee in my throat and i name him love
love is anaphylaxis, love is the bloom of my throat, the choke of it all,
love is wanting so desperately to get out of the bars in my ribs that it doesn't know what to do with itself.
it dies there, i think. something dies, there.
sometimes i pretend there is a bee in my throat named love so i can justify how much it all hurts.
figure 3. — SOLITUDE .
i can't sleep anymore because i don't know how to turn off my brain.
the moon says, if they do not love you that is their loss but it still feels like mine.
i don't tell her that, but it still feels like mine.
i am a lonely the sound of a tv will not fix. i am a lonely that cannot be slept away.
i am a lonely i can feel in the way i wheeze,
waterlogged lungs for a girl, the girl ( see : fig. 1) who screamed into the sea
but it never meant anything, anyway.
a girl chokes (see : fig. 2) bumblebees and seaweed,
fills herself with seasap enough to fill all the holes.
i am a lonely. i am that lonely. sea lonely, mariana's trench deep.
the sting of a honeybee to the trachea. the seasap fills nothing.
a girl ( see : fig. 1. see : me) screams into the sea and it welcomes her.
nobody turns. nobody looks. nobody listens.
eventually, she drowns, too.
I am not good at commenting on poetry, but I felt the need to tell you that I understand that kind of lonely and sometimes, the drowning is only temporary. <3 I hope that's true for you.
Wonderful, wonderful poem.
I am glad to hear it. I have just re-read this poem, as I had quite forgotten what I had commented on to deserve such a reply. If you don't mind terribly, I would like to send it to my sister. She has just suffered a pretty big breakup, and I think it would do her good to know her feelings are understandable.
I'd love to, thank you. I got trouble wrapping my head around freeform poetry, but trying to learn.
Speaking of trying to learn, had a discussion with... oh, it was a while ago, think it was with @YouInventedMe - on freeform poetry. Came up with the idea of the avoidance of obvious structure in freeform as a form of "insulation", that avoiding creating rhytm upsets the reader's thought process, allowing one to operate closer to the essence of emotionally difficult material without the disturbing aspects getting traction.
Would that seem to make sense?