Poetry Post: Broken Silence

*A work in progress.

I’d been wanting to share a post that I’d written regarding a very specific incident in my life. I wrote it in pen and could not bring myself to share it publicly. I tried again and this poem came out.

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I wonder what could come of us

if there were more time

if we held more patience

If we loosened our tongues with love

instead of darts that led to regrets

What could come of us

if we pushed through

you owning your flaws and

the parts you played as the cause

if I managed my temper and tone

used my words more wisely instead

of playing the blame game

oh what could we be

without all of our past heartaches and pain

without bondage and chains to others

without ties and lies

could we be

without one another

no more you and I

no us, no we

would we apart, survive . . .

Silent music

*A work in progress. Also a working title.

I thought our music would never die

We were a song neither of us knew

the harmony to but

Being caught up in the moments

Moments turn movements

Movements we created with our bodies

To our own beat, in sync

We flowed

To our own tunes

While the world, our worlds

Seem to crash down all around us

It didn’t matter

Our music lived

and neither of us knew

Well I knew, what it was

Because I fell in love with you…

– Viola Constance

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I tell myself

don’t force pieces that don’t fit

and some shit just can’t be fixed

the hazy picture is clear

I’m faded but memories are now jaded, it was you

who no longer made time you

who left me behind

I’ve cleared you from my mind

Now you lurk in my reality…

– Viola Constance

Poetry Post: Have You Seen My Smile?

It’s been awhile since I’ve seen my smile

And I’m not too sure if I’ll ever find it

I’ve searched all over

inward, outward

Occupied my time with busyness

all the while I’ve walked around

with various smiles plastered on my face

which all have received wide acceptance from the outside world but

underneath it I’ve been so uncomfortable

willing to compromise ANYTHING to escape

this feeling and find MY smile

I’m at a crossroad

I’m not sure I even want to find it anymore

I’ve tried

alone, to gather others in hopes of finding my smile

Have you seen it? . . . (to be continued…maybe)

 

 

– Viola Constance