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Posted

This has been kicking around in inchoate form for more months than i care to think about, much less admit. I may rework it, i'm not certain, but right now i think it needs to be *said* more than any further revisions.

 

~~~~~

 

i see..

 

~~~~~

 

i.. i.. i'm what???

stuttering, stammering,

staring like a blind fool

into the face of compassion.

 

You are. Isn't that enough?

You are generous, and kind,

 

- don't look away from me -

 

you are smart, and you love

abundantly, though you've

been shown precious little.

 

i couldn't help but turn away..

i'm sorry..

 

i'm NOT -

 

You ARE. Why won't you

just once, if only once,

believe me?

 

his hands on my shoulders turn me back to face him.

 

Why do you always

and only

see the negative?

 

Because..

 

please no, i don't want to admit this

please no, i don't want to cry

 

there's nothing else

TO see.

 

Oh, but there is.

 

- don't turn away -

 

There is more.

There is so much more

that you will never see

until you look for it.

See yourself,

just this once,

through my eyes -

not their lies.

Your mirror filters

through their lies,

so all you see

is all they told you.

See through my eyes,

to see who you are.

You are kind.

You are gentle.

You are good.

 

i could not bear the fire in his eyes.

i could not help but turn away again.

 

He turned me to the mirror, then

he turned my face to his.

Trapped deep within his gentle eyes,

he spoke my name

and i began to cry.

Posted

I love the way the title works with all of this... everyone sees... but what do they see?

 

For what it's worth, I say the blue voice is right.

 

*Hugs*

Posted

You are so lucky to have such a blue voice in your life. This poem is striking. I cannot think of a better word for it.

 

This is so striking, that I am forced to see that through all pain comes vision. If you learn from an experience, and use it to face the future, then nothing has been lost... save maybe a little pride.

 

Keep your chin up, kiddo... and post some more writing like this ;)

Posted

*Appy applauds* I really like this style of writing, not sure how you would revise this, but it seems already to capture the core...

Ugh i'm horrible at commenting lol, I'll stick with just really liking this, and looking forward to more ^_^

Posted

Impressive, got no other words for it. I kinda like the style you used though I dun think I'd be able to do it lke you did :)

And it's always good to have a blue voice around, even if you don't really need it. It's nice to know people care about you and like you.

  • 4 weeks later...
Posted

I suggest the incredible rewards of being a mirror -

being the blue voice.

 

Watching someone stretch and break the bonds they didn't know they were wearing.

 

Watching someone discover they are powerful and others held them back because they feared that strength.

 

Watching someone grow so much, they are strong enough to help others grow without emptying or taking.

 

It's worth trying to be a blue voice, with no agendas other than the joy of a parent watching a child take its first triumphant step.

 

All it takes is turning around, looking outward

seeing clearly and speaking what you see.

Posted

Hehehe god how i have had that conversation over and over me of course being the person who turns away! Isnt that right pere? God we have had many! And its so hard i always have to look away! Anyway dont mind my blabbing on haha! I loved the poem hun well done *hugs*

xxx :fairy:

Posted

hun, this is a truely deep and honest piece. probably the best work i have read recently. Not just for the emotional context but also the form and structure. you carry it off well.

Posted

thank you..

and you may even know how much your kind words mean. :)

*hugs*

 

Arwen - isn't is *hard* not to look away? i've never managed not to yet. <_>

  • 3 weeks later...
Posted (edited)

Ayshela shuffles in with a despairing sigh, nerves herself to speak without stuttering, and tries to ignore that she's stuttering anyway

 

 

i was speaking with a friend who suggested that i look through some of the older posts for a specific author, as in conversation i had nearly quoted her. Having done so, i came upon one of her poems which is very similar to mine, here, and despite my initial inclination to bolt in a tizzy of panic, i'm accepting the suggestion to post the link here and let everyone draw their own conclusions.

 

Why the similarity? We're from the same geographic region, have the same mentor, similar life experiences.. i don't know. i know only that i stumbled upon Roses will be Roses more than a week after i posted "i see", i had never seen it before or even heard of the author.

 

 

 

edit: i just checked the archives and i actually found her poem on the eleventh of october, nearly a month after i posted mine. <_>

Edited by Ayshela
Posted

Huggles

 

As the Mentor in question, can I say how incredibly proud of both you, and Porcelin (Heart like a Hole) I am?

 

It's almost eerie how those two poems parallel each other - and some of the others from other people who've sent me similiar poems over the last few years - but just couldn't stand to post them.

 

When you've been lied to with certain lies, when abusers have tried to destroy something inside - they leave behind the voices and echos of their darkness. If they started young enough - those lying voices sound like your own thoughts.

 

Once you learn enough to challenge them with reality...

 

You get affirmation poetry like these - if you're smart enough, creative enough, and enough of you has survived to write it.

 

I'm so intensely proud of all those who fight for health and the right to love.

 

Hugs again

 

Peredhil

Posted

oh!!

*drowns happily in huggles*

 

*you*...

you can say anything you want. LOL

 

i find, most often, i'm just sad that someone else understands..

but i never thought to find myself saying so much the same, in so much the same way.. it's eerie, sometimes, and almost enough to make me want to check if i'm still who i thought i was!

 

i'm fortunate enough to have two strong solid blue voices in my life. i wish everyone did.

i wish the need never existed.

 

*huge hugs for Peredhil*

Posted

This reminds me of some of the poetry I write, when I am working through my own issues. It definitely brought chills up my spine. (That's a good thing) It reminded me of a beautiful voice singingand capturing the spirit of all who listen.

 

The blue voice is what can help every person feel better about themselves. I even think I might have one somewhere, and it was very refreshing to remember that.

 

Thank you so very much for sharing! :flower:

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