Pardon my self-aggrandizement
in the existential exposé of my life
for what i have to offer you today
is naught
but melancholy which percolates
my spirit with a constant test of my
stoic resolve
I thought that i had given up
emotion
buried the empath in me
5 feet under
until poetry reared its ugly head
and exposed me
As a mage of words
filling my glass up
till i couldn’t see how empty it was
on the inside
I had grown too comfortable in this specious skin
that i added layers to draw
a truth that resonated with you
in ways it never will with me
And now i stand here
as a pseudo-intellectual
undressed in public by simplicity;
chained to my reality
for once i am bereft of pretty answers
chained to my reality…oh damn.
Loved it.
(small typo-reared its ugly head)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Double thanks to you, Bojana. Your words carries a lot of weight. Much appreciated.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The feeling is mutual. I love your style and imagery. Your darkness resonates with me, like that truth.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m honestly humbled by your words Bojana because you write about things that matter and your intellect is quite intimidating.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Who’s humbled now?!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very nice! Great writing!:) I just watched this movie yesterday and wrote a poem with this photo! Fantastic scene. And
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, yes. The famous, “Stella” scene. Which ironically is also your name. 🙂
Thank you so much!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Lol yes! You’re welcome!:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your title says it all really. Well crafted.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sir Chris.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fabulous ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
An unchained melody
of deepest poetry.
A.G., you have tapped a
deep, rich vein.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for the kind words, Sir. I appreciate it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Who needs pretty answers when we have the gorgeous truth, unwrapped, unvarnished, unapologetically nude. Your vulnerability is palpable and it honours us. Poetry demands that of us and in return it reveals our strength. Well done AG, well done.
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thank you so much, Magpie. It was quite a liberating experience 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great piece. Standing there, vulnerable and exposed, looking at the world saying “OK, here it is. Now what?” To me this is just a first step but a step none the less.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much. I really appreciate your insight on this piece.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow. Powerful!
And there are some things you write I so relate to.
Like parts of conversations i never knew i was having with myself. Or pretended not to know. I’m not sure.
🌼
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is always an honour to learn that my words can resonate with the reader considering my unconventional approach to the poetic medium. Thank you so much, Vanessa 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Most definitely resonate. And to an unconventional approach. I really appreciate the way you write!
You are very welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: POETRY MATTERS – BOJANA’S COFFEE & CONFESSIONS TO GO
Bojana you’ve been a devoted supporter of our collective since day 1. I’m running out of ways to thank you. Just know that i’m eternally grateful. It means a lot.
LikeLiked by 1 person
“As a mage of words
filling my glass up
till i couldn’t see how empty it was
on the inside”
I work very hard to distract myself from my need because I fear I am not going to ever be able to fill it.
“a truth that resonated with you
in ways it never will with me”
I assume you are filled and that I am empty. Both are deceptions.
Please let me know if I am interpreting your intent correctly.
Nice Poem!
Jim
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you for taking the time to read my work, Jim. This was one where the writer gets exposed. He could no longer deceive himself.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Anyone who is not a melancholic has simply not yet awakened to Reality and is still in self-distraction/denial mode IMO.
LikeLiked by 2 people
There’s sapience in this comment. Agreed.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The happy hapless wanderers walking gleefully with their eyes screwed shut beneath a perpetual grin too afraid to peek at bleak weather lest it shatter their lying eyes.
LikeLiked by 2 people
👏👏👏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sounds like some of us! Brilliantly written!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much, Divastate!
LikeLike
“for once I am bereft of pretty answers”…..perfection!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person