*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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Poetry
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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
Wavy
You hit me in waves causing my
emotions to crash
I’m sunken
Going under, far beyond the surface level . . .
– Viola Constance
Poetry Post: Six Word Poetry
Trying to make peace with chaos.
– 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
