They all take me
in little portions and big gulps.
The fights for attention
end up
in loud noises and broken bones –
mine.
Greedy hands and
sugar coated sentences
melt right in my mouth
and all I want to do
is spit them all out
and forget the taste
of attraction
they have for me.
I envy
happy lives of others
and secure doors to one’s future.
It smells like jealousy
and
tastes like self-pity
and thats the worst
they could have done to me.
Resentment.
Fridays
are the least romantic days of the week,
but Tuesdays are the best for tears,
and thats all I’m gonna do today –
cry.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Wow, been there and tasted those tears. Poignant.
Thanks! Those tears can be so bitter, but warm at the same time.
Tuesdays may also be best for sharpening bites and reclaiming one’s own set of tasty rules
Sometimes rules change as they are written and I dont know what to follow anymore…
Well said Ladies! Nonetheless, Neruda knows his craft if you compare him to anybody!
And Owl, probably “Saltiness = credibility” to you. 😉
As I said before, it would be interesting to see you write in the treacherous land of the incredible
-´-´–{@
This does remind me of Neruda, the lyrical feel to the storytelling and the conciseness of flow. Yeah I feel it!
I must say, I used to find Neruda terribly emotional and not bitter enough, but I can see why my ramblings could remind you if him, haha. Well, I’ll take it as a compliment either way! 🙂 x
I think he had mommy issues sometimes hahaa, but this is coming from a girl who loves Poe
In the center of the earth I will push aside
the emeralds so that I can see you—
you like an amanuensis, with a pen
of water, copying the green sprigs of plants.
What a world! What deep parsley!
What a ship sailing through the sweetness!
And you, maybe—and me, maybe—a topaz.
There’ll be no more dissensions in the bells.
There won’t be anything but all the fresh air,
apples carried on the wind,
the succulent book in the woods:
and there where the carnations breathe, we will begin
to make ourselves a clothing, something to last
through the eternity of a victorious kiss.
-Pablo Neruda
My favourite poet ❤
Yes Rosh, Neruda is extraordinary, he manage to pull off a romantic driveling of words, so you get chills down your spine and warmth in your heart.
🙂
Yet, please don’t cry little owl!
My spirit scream in urge to snatch your sorrow and run away with it. Jumping from ice floe to ice floe, scorch the skin of my feet by the burning coal of Gehenna, all the way to the edge of the world. There I drop it down the drain and conjure, warm cups of tea, sweet treats and a prince whose arms, gently hold you near. And for every tear that you exchange for a smile, I give you a wish and a lovely life.
Snip snap snot, bibble bubble BOOH!
Who is?
There you go – Neruda again. I think he lacks anger and bitterness, but maybe it’s just me that wants everything to be salty. Haha.
That’s what we have Plath for 🙂
Plath is so good though. Like a candy.
i completely agree. bitter like a lemon..and so often needed
Need a shoulder? 🙂
Always 😉
You know where I am 😉
This could easily be some rap song lyrics. Ever thought about that?
Oh dear, that was unexpected from you! Haha!