Just Jot it January : Tic Toc.

17 Jan 2015 20 Comments

by willowdot21 in Uncategorized Tags: anger, arguments, exasperation, Family, Grief, Just jot it January, loss, pain

Tick Toc

Stop the clock

I don’t want any more

Of this hateful war

Please stop

This painful clock

I have taken all I can

To break us all apart is that your plan

I want my family

All my family.

Stop Stop Stop

The clock

Tic Toc

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20 Comments (+add yours?)

georgiakevin
Jan 17, 2015 @ 23:31:05

What a heart wrenching well written poem!

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- willowdot21
  Jan 17, 2015 @ 23:32:05
  
  Thank you ……
  
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Paul
Jan 18, 2015 @ 00:08:16

Well written Willow.

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- willowdot21
  Jan 18, 2015 @ 00:10:04
  
  Thanks Paul 🙂
  
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Cyan Ryan
Jan 18, 2015 @ 01:06:40

Hauntingly beautiful poem and song. Reminded me of my New Year’s Day poem from 2014:

“25-Set Haiku – A man’s spirit will endure sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?”
by Ry Hakari

Real for a moment
and then gone in an instant ―
Elusive night wish

My miracle lie
My wife and child illusions ―
Only real in dreams

If my withdrawal
left me with the white lady,
I’d have died happy

If my lungs collapsed
the last thing I’d seen would have
been my pride and joy

My own baby boy
close to God, me and his mom…
All I want is gone..

I’m disadvantaged
Twenty-seven, suffering —
Living’s sad, alone

I’m going nowhere
but my imagination
carries me away

To a better place
where I’m given half a chance
at a true romance

Imagining glances
actually catch sight of faults,
and rest long — smiling

I tend to flee, seen
because talking reveals me
insubstantially

Tonight I will try,
if seen, to not disappear,
no disappointing

Don’t know what to say —
There’s so little in my life
worth talking about

I live in my head
I go nowhere, do nothing —
All I do is write

About wanting life
to take me out of my mind
into another’s

A life that’s not mine,
from a dream, during a time
I wish I’d have died

I’ve tried suicide
multiple times, and survived,
much to my regret

Praying God’s kingdom
will be one I am welcome
and really belong

I hate pretending,
putting a false face forward
for appearances

My best face is fake
Sooner or later it’s seen
I’m marred by my scars

Half-hid face, a la
Phantom of the Opera,
underneath my hair

Though my face is fair,
fiery trials have disfigured
who I am inside

Much of what I say
is my fighting the facade
and to pass the time

As they say time heals
all wounds — which isn’t the truth,
when opened often

Sticks and stones break bones,
that heal crooked, left alone —
and words break spirit

This Kalmari King’s
heart bleeds ink kaleidoscopes
for his family…

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- willowdot21
  Jan 18, 2015 @ 08:26:37
  
  This is an incredibly strong set of Haiku. I do hope you found some solace in venting you inner pain and I also hope that your life has panned out for the better. Sending you strength. xxx
  
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  - Cyan Ryan
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 14:38:23
    
    Thank you! Yes, life is much better now, and much more full than it was at the time of writing the haiku. 🙂
  - willowdot21
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 15:10:54
    
    I am so pleased to hear that!! 🙂
markbialczak
Jan 18, 2015 @ 01:36:57

Oh, Willow, my friend Willow, this internal battle is still waging? I am so sorry. 😦

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- willowdot21
  Jan 18, 2015 @ 07:59:57
  
  Yes so am I and I am trying not to mention it but it just slips out.
  
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  - markbialczak
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 13:04:51
    
    You can’t hold it in, and I don’t blame you.
  - willowdot21
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 14:08:15
    
    Thank you for understanding.
dreamsinalaska
Jan 18, 2015 @ 05:07:46

Beautiful words…

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- willowdot21
  Jan 18, 2015 @ 07:58:41
  
  Thank you
  
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- willowdot21
  Jan 18, 2015 @ 15:11:18
  
  Thank you !
  
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TanGental
Jan 18, 2015 @ 08:41:13

A telling bite at emotions, like you’re ripping at infected flesh to have it gone. Powerful

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- willowdot21
  Jan 18, 2015 @ 08:42:39
  
  Would that it would be gone. You have hit the nail on the head.
  
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shanjeniah
Jan 18, 2015 @ 22:29:13

What a lovely, potent bit of poetry!

I hadn’t heard this song or the artist before, and I really enjoyed it. So glad you shared!

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- willowdot21
  Jan 18, 2015 @ 22:33:10
  
  Thank you for liking my poem it was born of hurt. Sia is a wonderful artist. As as a song writer she has written for many artists as well as for herself. ❤
  
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  - shanjeniah
    Jan 19, 2015 @ 23:26:58
    
    I can feel the pain in it. Sending hugs!