Senryu This is not true love Because it would never hurt Like it does right now Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Friday April 21, 2023
Tag: Hurt
Daily Haiku – Friday September 23, 2022
Senryu When will it hurt less and I can begin to grow stronger than before? Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Beyond Repair
Beyond Repair
My sadness consuming We are so completely broken The pieces of us now in a thousand shards scattered, carried by the wind Crawling and crying Scratched and bloodied I recover what I can and reassemble the fragments Knowing the damage is irreparable Still I have to do something Isn’t that what I am supposed to do? Take the blame and repair the wreckage Isn’t that what I always do? Impossible to find all the pieces of a dysfunctional union I am left holding a misshapen, toxic mess that will never function properly again The realization is overwhelming and I know I am obligated to accept the inevitable My heart breaks even more but now I accept it is done Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse. D'Verse Poets will be taking a Midsummer break until July 11th.
Out To Sea
Out To Sea
Breathless, sinking into dampened sand A collapsing heap of bones and skin lays immobile, grateful for silence but for the ebb and flow of waves washing the shore In silence memories flood into a mind trying to close the gates of hell Tears pour from eyes witness to the unspeakable A throat chokes on words refusing to swallow Between heaving breasts lies a heart piecing together the puzzle of broken rocks that weigh it down A wave washes over a body of disbelief Wishing to be taken out to sea Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Word Prompts Between - FOWC Swallow - RDP Puzzle - Stream of Consciousness
Down But Not Out – Poem of the Month – July 2021
Down But Not Out
Demeaned, dismissed, destroyed Yes! These are things that you have done to me I fall down under the pressure of your assault and I feel you stomping on my goodness, my kindness Hurting, bruising, humiliating Yes! I am defeated at these times You kill me with your anger and crush me with your words I represent someone you need to punish and assail In your mind you have been triumphant and I have been destroyed but my spirit can never be broken It will always be mine Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting tonight at D'Verse Poets. She has prompted us with lines from Ernest Hemingway to inspire our poem. I chose: ‘But man is not made for defeat,’ he said. ‘A man can be destroyed but not defeated.’ From The Old Man and the Sea Image by KLEITON Santos from Pixabay
Almost
Almost
Missing the closeness A breath on bare neck Fingertips stroking gently and whispered words spoken with romance Dancing in a head giddy with anticipation Blinded by the strategy Ignoring the signs It seems so long ago that we nearly had it all Expectations never met Promises broken Love poetry a means to an end Seduction was your game My surrender the prize Heartbreak the memory Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Word Prompts Giddy - Word of the Day Dancing - RDP Nearly - FOWC
Chameleon
Chameleon
A chameleon
changing colors
at whim
Playing both sides
of the fence
Pleasing no one
Wounding everyone
It was a sin
Did you really want
to hurt us all?
Those who cared?
Use us and abuse us
To your own end
Perhaps you were oblivious
and maybe, just maybe
Plain scared?
Your true colors
Spanned the rainbow
but were hidden from view
Thinking we would
never understand
Concealing who
you really were, and
never knowing the real you
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Jim Adams Prompt
for MLMM Music Challenge
'Do You Really Want To Hurt Me'
Thanks Jim for the great reminder of Boy George and Culture Club.
I used Karma Chameleon as inspiration for this poem
Papa Why?
Papa Why?
Papa why?
Why did you marry mama
and not stay true?
Your fighting
scarred me
for life and
distorted my view
'Please tell mama this'
and her reply would be
'Please tell papa that'
I was good for
both of you
Used as a conduit
for your ugly chat
You, my hero
would get the moon
for me
That was your promise
But you forgot that
when you chose
to be free
So in this, my life
that you never knew
I hitched to many a wagon
My choices calculated
They were replicas of you
I’d flow from one to another
and each time I’d slay the dragon
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Flow - RDP
Dragon - WotD
Go Dog Go Cafe - Please Papa Get Me The Moon
Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Yourself Monday
Photo - Pixabay Image
Song Lyric Sunday – Love The Way You Lie
This week’s Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams has prompted us with Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer. I have chosen ‘Love The way You Lie’ by Eminem, featuring Rhianna. It’s full of pain and hurt. The collaboration of Eminem and Rihanna is heavily influenced by their past experiences in difficult relationships with their respective ex-lovers Kimberly Scott and Chris Brown.
I hope you enjoy it! Have a great Sunday!
“Love The Way You Lie”
(feat. Rihanna)
[Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
[Eminem:]
I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now, it’s a steel knife in my windpipe
I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
High off her love, drunk from her hate
It’s like I’m huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I’m about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it
“Wait! Where you going?”
“I’m leaving you!”
“No you ain’t. Come back”
We’re running right back
Here we go again
It’s so insane ’cause when it’s going good, it’s going great
I’m Superman with the wind at his back, she’s Lois Lane
But when it’s bad it’s awful, I feel so ashamed I snap
“Who’s that dude?”
“I don’t even know his name”
I laid hands on her, I’ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength
[Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
[Eminem:]
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you’re with ’em
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit ’em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah, them chills used to get ’em
Now you’re getting fucking sick of looking at ’em
You swore you’d never hit ’em; never do nothing to hurt ’em
Now you’re in each other’s face spewing venom in your words when you spit them
You push, pull each other’s hair, scratch, claw, bit ’em
Throw ’em down, pin ’em
So lost in the moments when you’re in them
It’s the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it’s best to go your separate ways
Guess that they don’t know you ’cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, it’s a different day
Sound like broken records playing over but you promised her
Next time you’d show restraint
You don’t get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane
[Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
[Eminem:]
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn’t mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routines
But your temper’s just as bad as mine is
You’re the same as me
When it comes to love you’re just as blinded
Baby, please come back
It wasn’t you, baby it was me
Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I’m pissed, I’ll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time? There won’t be no next time!
I apologize even though I know it’s lies
I’m tired of the games I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I’mma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire
I’m just gonna
[Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Writer(s): Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Alexander Junior Grant
Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., Shroom Shady Music
Eight – Poem of the Month – August 2018
Eight
When I was eight
Things were not so great
Life gave me such a kick
I grew up pretty quick
A child expecting a present
Instead was delivered unpleasant
My parents started fighting
Just the beginning of writing
That was clearly on the wall
Witnessing the nightly brawl
My father was an unhappy man
My mother trying the best she can
The combination explosive
Their relationship corrosive
Living life under cumulus clouds
Feeling like the dead covered in shrouds
I learned to fake
Even though my heart would ache
Every ounce of pain
They delivered without refrain
Hurting each other mercilessly
Only to be regretted remorsefully
Suffering the pain as a mortal
Damage to the psyche immortal
Communication with each other
Was really like no other
I was the chosen intermediary
Carrying their messages diligently
The peacekeeper of the house
Keeping family secrets quiet as a mouse
Too clever for my young age
I became the family sage
Learning the art of improvise
Trying to get parents to compromise
It was a huge burden to carry
Acting as their emissary
On the shoulders of someone so young
At eight years old this was no fun
They were unable to make decisions
There were only divisions
A merry go round of hostility
I finally had enough servility
If I had any potential
Then escape was essential
Breaking loose of that scene
When I was eighteen
Christine Bolton
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