Your words
are stronger
than my own hands,
squeezing
my fast beating heart
in moments
of a desperate anxiety,
making it
too difficult to breathe
and so easy
to cry.
And I do,
until salty tears
become a
tasteless aftertaste
of the decision
that
I need you.
Now.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Your words
catch
in my throat
and tangle in
thorns
of
a need
to weep—
they weave with
the sensation
of tears run out
(but not
the need
to cry them).
All that is left in me is
the empty taste of salt
and
your absence.
This is amazing. Touched my heart in so many different ways. Perfectly worded and structured. 🙂
Just wonderful!!I like it a lot 🙂
Thanks so much, girl!
Gentle, powerful and touching. Beautiful description of the power of words.
Thanks so much, thats very kind.
To be under such a powerful spell, intoxicated, asphyxiated by it.
Some people ask is this Heaven? Other’s ask is it Hell?
Some perhaps more aware realise that they are both the master and the slave, the victim and the violence. Or they may choose to remove them-self from themselves and adopt the role of voyeur.
No matter which way our skins creep or crawl, we are all of us Human after all!
You totally got the passionate, intoxicating part! Thank you!
I read this again with clearer eyes and understand you meaning much better now.
Another late night (or was ti the same one?), so I guess I was inspired by your words, and then sort of projected out in some pseudo Freudian BS that ultimately reveals more about myself than anyone.
— This happens to me occasionally in the early hours of the morning, which lets face it is the best time for it (if ever).
I have just found your blog and am working my way through your wonderful work…you have just found a new follower.
THANK YOU
Loves Anna x
Love the style you wrote this in. It’s as anxious as you were.
You were the one saying “do something different”.
Glad you took the advice because it definitely paid off 😉
Good one indeed. Bet similar words and said the world over after some teen watches his first blue movie….
This is about crying and masturbating right? the old Cry-Wank to a sext eh? good times. good times
Oh dont you start, mister. 🙂
Start? I think he’s finished already.:-)
Thanks Chatty for sharing your poetry! You capture the feelings and strong emotions so well! Hope you’re having a great day!
Thanks! Hope you are having a great one too! (30 days to go!!!)
Powerful yet so sensitive. You never cease to amaze me
Wow…you are amazing at telling in a story in few words and lines. Love it.
Thank you so much! Im still surprised (every time!), when people compliment my writing. Means a lot, hun!
Well, I hope you acquire the belief that you are amazing. Have a blessed weekend…
When desire and emotion overtake our control. Good place to be. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Definitely a good place to be, if one is strong enough to deal with that.
Ah yes, the power of words! Wonderful piece, definitely have felt that grip of ones words on the heart and how they can make it race!!
Then you know, how devastating and pleasing at the same time that grip is 🙂 one of the most powerful experiences i have felt 🙂
I absolutely do indeed! I’ve always thought words contain a mystical power of their own that, when used properly, can be used to touch the souls of others.
good one!
Thanks! That was a quick response 🙂
I saw your new post, read the poem, made a comment
(:!
You make me smile 🙂
Smille (: