Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Sanity


      If I didn't live in fear
       I'd give you my heart
        In your time of need
         But that'll only add weight
          To your chest


Though If I was afraid to die     
I'd bathe in bleach and scrub     
The pigment off my skin     
Remove The Mark of Cain     
Instead let me overdose     



Take what I won't give
 So I can't miss 
    What I can't have
       Overdose
     On my nude hush
   My bare intentions
 My naked hue  







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21 comments:

Claudia said...

if i didn't i would... and what would it do to the other... sometimes we hold back because of fear what it does with us or with the people around us... i know this feel..you penned it down well sir...

Brian Miller said...

nice anthony...its a risk to give ourselves away, sadly that fear holds us back from a lot of things, and think of all we miss...and they miss, because we do....

Björn said...

Oh I love this .. you certainly carve deep into emotions in this piece.. wonderful

emmett wheatfall said...

That first stanza reads like the power of a bullet expelled from a gun. Pushes the remainder of the poem. I thought the ending dissipated, leaving the ending open-ended. But then again, that's what a bullet does after traveling down range. Another excellent write, Anthony. You've got to publish my friend. I find your poetry noteworthy.

Ronald Shields said...

fear can destroy sanity. The way you open and close this poem makes me read it again and again...really beautiful, emotional poem.

Beachanny said...

Love how deeply your poetry is progressing Anthony. I've been in and out for a while as you know. I loved all of this but it makes more sense to me to read the second stanza as If I weren't afraid - since it seems to me that act might be killing not only physically but emotionally. The rest of the poem flows naturally for me. Well done.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Strong write Anthony, penetrating my comfort zone - excellent execution.
Anna :o]

Katie said...

Yeah, I really like this piece. The first stanza is incredibly solid.

Abhra said...

The third stanza - it just wins me over.

The Sentinel said...

I like the fragmentation of the stanzas on the page. It evokes fractured thoughts. But all of them tinged with regret. All of them wishing it was different. Wishing to make a difference.

Dawn Paoletta said...

strength, sensitivity, vulnerability...I sense them all and they come through beautifully brave! Nicely shared.

ayala said...

Intense and great piece, Anthony.

lifentruthz said...

I think if I were in need I'd read this and realize, I'll be fine. And I mean that in a complimentary way

rowantaw.com said...

Sometimes it's hard to give all that we have, and sometimes we think we are giving when we are just pursuing our own selfish needs. The fragments of thought here give a sense of trying to work things out.

http://1emeraldcity.wordpress.com said...

powerhouse write!~jackie~

Wolfsrosebud said...

great use of the mark of Cain... kinda sad write

freyawrites.com said...

Life, being honest, baring all to someone else, confusion... all laid out here. Wonderful.

Eusebeia Philos said...

I look at this poem and think of the fragmented thoughts and reactions we endure to maintain our conception of sanity. It's personal for each of us but something we do to level out, to turn all the craziness away or reprocess it to stabilize. Good write that made me think.

Claudia said...

hey...hope you had a great christmas...smiles

Brian Miller said...

whassup brother...
your ears must have been burning...
just emailed claudia about you this morning...smiles.

hope you had a great christmas...will be emailing you soon...

Brian Miller said...

alright...need an email addy for you brother...got a question

email me at:

btm2007@yahoo.com