Outcast

By P. Mari 26 May, 2011 Poetry 7 Comments
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How can I stare back?

Your soul looks at me
into a reflection of its
own grave –

A deep-chill in my eyes
freezes your words

And there is a knife in my hand
ready to rip open a warm heart

(Now both of us can bleed)

ove dies a wounded outlaw –
It flees

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  • Just Me

    Thank you for your poem, P. Mari. I LOVE IT.

    -Editor

    • Gravestar1

      Thank you so much for loving my poem!  Actually, I just read these comments today – one showed up in my email box (for some reason, the others did not). The beauty of poetry, of course, is that one could (and should) interpret the poem any way they happen to feel it.  This is the case with all art (music, painting, dance, etc.) … It’s all in the eyes of the beholder.  I wrote this poem as a pure metaphor, in a highly emotional state.  It expresses my feelings of deep guilt for having emotionally hurt someone (the knife) and then the added cowardice I was feeling for abandoning someone I loved.  I am NOT a sociopath – lol.  Perhaps I should send in more poems to better explain myself? … (Although most of them are equally as dark) … Thank you, once again. – P. Mari 

  • D’elve Je Veux III

    The great thing about poetry is that – it is left to the READERS interpretation- how and where it reaches and touches them…so there is no DEFENSE needed of my below comment as my words are what they are and STAND ALONE…PERIOD! As it seems you have nothing better to do with your time, I’ll leave you to ARGUE with yourself.. ( they call people who argue with themselves- CRAZY- be carful, fear you should find yourself in a WHITE JACKET, SMH. As an individual able to THINK on his own- You DICTATORSHIP of how I should feel , what I should think and how I process information is but WORDS TO THE WIND. You’ve typed a lot-but said very little.

    Good Day. 

    -Find Peace.

  • D’elve Je Veux III

    I really love this piece-as it expresses RAW emotion. The author was truly allowing themselves to FEEL, and that is the creation of great art! I could almost picture them, standing there, cutting each other with words…It hurts so bad that the writer (verbally) stabs his or her betrayer with words that he or she KNOWS will cut deep. I can see them standing there with that sharp stainless steel “Kniving” each other speechless, with a smile on their face…(saying as they  walk away): NOW WE BOTH CAN BLEED.

    LOVE IT.
    and I normally don’t read other poet’s work- But this I enjoyed.

    -D’elve

    • Joe

      I don’t know what a raw emotion is as opposed to a cooked one. And unless you’re sociopathic, I don’t think you would have loved it (in capital letters yet) if you hadn’t redefined everything (rather like a fundamentalist interpreting the bible).  I think the poem speaks very clearly and boldly for itelf.  He’s leaving her, and she plans to murder him for it with a knife.  There may however be some comfort in the thought that this is a work of imagination (however drawn on real feelings) and not a public death threat.  I shouldn’t turn these comments into an argument, but I will say I liked the poem better than your crucifixion of it.  Why
      don’t you read other people’s poems?  Don’t you like poetry?  BTW all poetry is not uncooked emotion.  I’d recommend just about any 18th Century English verse, but you don’t read poetry.

  • Joe

    This affected me more strongly than anything I’ve read in a long time.  I won’t say I like it, because I don’t.  But as Wilde said, “There’s no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books are well written or badly written.  That is all.”  And though I much prefer rhythm and rhyme, I think it’s well written.  I lived with a guy (two in fact) who had exactly this attitude.  That my life was not my own, that I had no right to leave or reject him, that his feelings were all that mattered.  I hated him.  Both of them. 

    • Trinae Ross

      And that is the purpose of the works that appear in SSM: ALMIA, they are reflections of a very real world, which allows readers to relate to the poems or the stories. I cannot speak for the poet — though I hope she is reading these comments — but I believe, whether you liked the poem or not, the fact that it affected you in a way that compelled you to respond, touched the author as well.