When you cut me I bleed
Just the same as you
I still dream in technicolor
Or does that not come through?
And when you hurt, I hurt
And when you cry I cry
And in the darkest hours
My soul still seeks the light
Longing for the world I knew
When I thought we were real
Searching for artificial touch
And learning how to heal
An autumn colder than December
Of fallen leaves and frigid hearts
Of praying for the golden sun
And considering my faults
Do I really exist to you?
Can you drink from this wine?
Or am I just a phantom voice
On this end of the line?
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Sad and beautiful. Makes me think of long distance relationships and the feeling of people nothing more than a voice or words on a screen.
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That was exactly what I was thinking when I wrote that.
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It really comes through. The first stanza really grips the reader too. Hard to stop reading after that.
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Now I blush
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That’s what I was aiming for. 😉
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Me too?
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Yes. Feeling any better today?
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‘Course. You’re here. I’m home.
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Welcome back. I and all of your other loyal squirrels missed you. Everything is right with the world.
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Lol well, almost. I need a cupcake.
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Me too. Red velvet with butter cream frosting.
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Deal
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Yay! I love Ionia cupcakes.
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With sprinkles!
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Now I’m really hungry.
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We need to do another IM/CY production. 🙂
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About paladins lol
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There’s that author/reader conversation about cliches that I mentioned to you once before. Though, paladins would be funny too.
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Either or love them both
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Lady’s choice.
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Cliche first
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Got it. Thursday posting since I have that day open?
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Whatever works for you.
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I’ve flexible. At least physically.
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Hints of a long distance relationship where emotion is real by one who ponders if it is real by the other. I like the character of this piece, lonely, but not truly so.
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Thank you:) I love when I write something and you just….get it. As I meant it.
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Your poetry is so good. I am sure you’re not a phantom voice and I would imagine that hearing your voice provides warmth from this Autumn chill. You are special, don’t forget that, I know I haven’t.
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Awe. Okay twice today you made me blush and feel special. You really should look in the mirror…it goes both ways
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Thank you, I am blushing now too (really, my face is red, lol). We are special 🙂
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Dammit, we are! And no one is going to tell us conceited fools any different lol!
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Here, here!
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😜😜😜
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Beautiful yet sad. Makes me think of how difficult being apart can feel. Such emotion
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Thank you:) I fear apart
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Just don’t fall apart
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Squirrels, cupcakes. Pool boys. Breathe.
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Love it Ionia, and the photo is stunning too. ”Longing for the world I knew,
When I thought we were real” – very moving:-) Sooooo, when are you going to put all these beautiful poems you write into some kind of collection?!
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I’m too shy for that:) but I appreciate your kind words and your generous spirit.
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Really liked this. Reminded me of a time when I was forced to be away from a loved one. All their hurts became intolerable and the only vehicle for comfort was a phone that seemed so cold and inadequate at times. Glad those days are past for me and hope you don’t have to face them. Beautiful verse which did what you designed it to do. It touched those memories.
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Thank you, John. That means much. Tell the INS to have a little heart;)
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LOL 🙂
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Reblogged this on Wyndy Dee.
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Ionia, the depth of this piece is haunting…painful. I swear, as I read it, the temperature in the room dropped. I’m chilled. Excellent piece.
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That means a lot, Sahm. I was feeling this one. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on wdbwp and commented:
My friends, a poet speaks.
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Great poem Ionia, I’m jealous though, you get to dream in technicolor while I don’t dream very often, at least dreams that I remember. Hell I would take them in black and white if I could at this point. 🙂
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Lol I know the feeling. I only remember the bad ones usually.
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Your poem made me stop and think about it and I can’t remember the last time I had a dream I can remember. It has been a really long time. I find that odd, but there really isn’t anything I can do about it. 🙂
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Excellent piece of writing Ionia… enjoyed this poem very much…
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Thanks, TJ. I appreciate you reading:)
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always a pleasure to read your poetry…
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Very strong emotions, moving words. Thank you.
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Heart-breaking and beautiful all in one go – wonderful poem, Ionia.
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Emotional and very well-written. I certainly liked it. The occasional rhymes gives it a nice flow.
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Now I’ve seen a dry autumn rainbow. 🙂
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Very beautiful poem, it touches deep. I really loved the picture that you included as well.
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I feel this – oh god feel this – it is like you crawled into my head and heart and wrote what I was feeling.
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