They took my heart
Replaced by parts
But cannot feel
I am stainless steel
What have they done?
I miss the soft
I miss the teardrops
In my eyes
They took my heart
And what is this
My cold replacement
I love how unmasked this is. Raw and exposed. I feel you.
I am glad to be felt and identified with. Thank you
Fantastic imagery! And your pictures are wonderful, too! I love what you do with them. 🙂
Thank you very much, Eve. I’m so pleased you chose to stop by my humble realm
Wünsche dir ein schönes week-end Herzlicher Gruss Gislinde.
Devastation out there and within
For me, that is how this piece conveys.
That’s a lot of D’s. It could be a teaching point 🙂
You mean,as in Didactic? P)
vampire this is awesome!!! loved it.
Thank you, sir
OMG, your stuff is fantastic. This is just great. The REASON I never shared the hell in my mind for DECADES is because I feared being drugged up, and my life usurped by doctors and authorities. I felt, deeply, the only way to remain free was to never, never tell the world : I am suffering, depression, suicidal thought, I need help, I am isolated, I am scared, I can’t be a mother. I AM STILL GLAD I never let the authorities take over, but my lack of voice was to the detriment of my son in the end.
So this is great – I really feel it. It reminds me of the film ‘FRANCES FARMER’ which stars Jessica Lange. EVERYONE READING THIS HAS TO SEE IT AND REPORT BACK TO ME!!! I feel strongly about this film, strongly.
Thanks Vampire Weather – you are a very worthwhile read.
I must see that. The closest I can recall coming to an exposure to the movie is the Nirvana song. I can relate to the fear of medication and sedation. I do not take medicines of any kind. I do not like to dull the pain, really. If physical pain is the body’s way of sounding the alarm on problems which require attention, then emotional pain is equally important in revealing to us the nature of the crisis inside us. I can identify with your thoughts, and I appreciate the nature of the suffering you have detailed in your work. Thank you for stopping by and taking time to comment
And ode to the Tin Man –
Do the others please that
would be interesting.
An interesting observation. That was quite unintentional really. I never thought of that character at all while writing this, but it fits.
your piece cannot be replace it really moves my emotions… simply love this piece.
I appreciate that. It is a hollow feeling to be heartless
This one is fantastic VW!
Thanks Deb 🙂
I miss the teardrops in my eyes…
Sounds so mechanically painful.
Loved the images I could see.
You are talented VW
Thank you, Muse. I am thankful you stopped by 🙂
I found your heart I met it on the dawn. It seemed lost and lonely it’s sadness made me morn! I wrapped it in my prettiest scarf and gave it a good hot drink. We had a little chat and now it’s on it’s way back to you. It promised to do it’s best for you and it will I think!
I love the poem.
That was wonderful!
I have wondered if this is how one feels after having a pace-maker installed! Seriously, I DO think many people too often strive to replace their own hearts with lithium ion and steel in order not to hurt any more! Well, you can’t hurt that which is already dead, right?
Perhaps you are right. I have always said that those with hardened hearts are the most lonely and insecure. We only shield when we fear. Thank you
Forged of stainless steel
My unbeating heart
It can not feel
He pushed me
Into the hardening fire
Igniting my iron ire
Into myself I retreated
And told myself he was not what I needed
I know what you mean. Being a teenage girl, I admit I am highly emotional and just as quickly as my soul and heart harden they melt.
I have always been emotional, and generally quite good at containing it until those sacred moments I can be alone. Thank you for relating and sharing your beautiful words
“I move but I cannot feel, my life – unreal” my favorite line.. These words echo my sentiments so wonderfully
Thank you, LadyT. I am glad your soul could resonate with mine
Oh, V W, you’ve done it again!! This is so powerful, and such a unique metaphor (and what I would imagine it to be if it were literal). And your writing is, as usual, perfectly flowing and rhythmic, with the throbbing of what you are feeling. Wonderful writing, my friend!
“I’d rather be barefoot with ouch, than never to feel anything.”
Thank you for your thoughts. The statement “better to have loved and lost…” has gone through my mind a few times, but somehow I try that on “it’s better to have stepped on a landmine than to never have gone out for a walk” and I’m not sure I buy it. In any case, my love is not lost yet. Not really…
I agree, when you put it like that… it’s about letting ourselves be vulnerable, to a certain degree – but about not taking a walk if we’re smelling land mines outside. We need to trust our instincts….
Such a great poem, and it invokes so many feelings and thoughts in me, as most all your poems do. I’ve been meaning to ask you about your artwork. I can sometimes makes out a face or a hand or an object, it’s really fascinating, each one like a little puzzle, a small glimpse into you and your world.
In this one I can see a man playing piano, is that you? Actually VW i’ve known you for awhile now but I have no idea if you’re a man or a woman, so if its not you at the piano please don’t be offended lol.
Thank you for the kind words. Each one is truly a piece of my world, and I have been in some of the images, but the man at the piano is not me. Indeed that piano is hundreds of miles from me at the moment, but I have sat at it before. I have considered posting a picture of myself here, but I find that mystery is a greater allure to our hearts, and perhaps it would force people to associate my words too closely with a face. My words are always from my heart, however I long for them to become the words of others. I long for them to express for others and for the viewers to make them their own. That is one reason I do not add credits or copyrights, although I would promote plagiarism–everything here is me. All the images and words are mine and my creations, so there is no need to claim pieces. The only thing I didn’t create was the template for this blog and the codes that make it work. You will see me in images, and you are welcome to ask questions about them, as a matter of fact I very much appreciate the questions. They are like great compliments–someone caring enough to ask. You can find my eyes on the post “Interwoven” if that helps 🙂
I felt like crying when reading this, VW. So powerful and emotional; wonderful, as always, your talent never ceases~
Thank you, Lauren. To know my words reached some other soul’s emotions is a deep compliment
I love the brutal honesty of this.
Thank you, Unsungpoet!
Another fine offering Vampire Weather
you are writing on the edge of genius…
Living on the edge… 🙂
Wow!! I love this poem, I can really identify with it at the moment. You write some great stuff, well done 🙂
Thank you! I am very grateful you took time to stop by! You are always welcome here
This couldn’t have been said better! Sheer talent!
I appreciate the uplifting comments 🙂