I cannot cry
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I cannot cry
I cannot cry,
These tired eyes remain so dry,
And yet my spirit writhes in pain.
I cannot cry.
Why canÂ’t I cry?
When did impassioned eyes go dry?
Mocking the heavy rain.
I cannot cry.
I dare not cry,
These fears will fill this desert dry,
For tears will flood this helpless plain.
I cannot cry.
I want to cry,
I cannot let these cheeks go dry,
The rain must break these window panes,
I need to cry. -
why cant i cry?
i wanna know too... -
Are you asking a question or asking yourself the same questions...Originally posted by udontknowme:why cant i cry?
i wanna know too... -
hmm...now THAT is a good question...Originally posted by S-wordsman:Are you asking a question or asking yourself the same questions...
idk....
myself? -
You will realise that the question:
"Why can't I cry?"
Is not as important as the statement:
"I need to cry."
And so you must find a way to... -
i know...Originally posted by S-wordsman:You will realise that the question:
"Why can't I cry?"
Is not as important as the statement:
"I need to cry."
And so you must find a way to...
sadly, my tear ducts seemed to have died
ahh well... -
This is a painting entitled Weeping Woman by Picasso.
I wrote the following about 10 years ago:
Upon Looking at Picasso's Weeping Woman
Your cries fragment my soul
Your weeping grips a silent hold
My hands they sweat as I
Paint your oily tears inside my eye.
Gushing feelings fill this void
A broken emptiness, a bloodless rush I can't avoid
The pale, shy crying your face beholds
Unashamed, the shame of tears he moulds.
Picasso, how came you saw my pain?
Black, blue, yellow, orange, and black again
Brought forth the rainbow in the rain
My rainbows more oft they go than come, again and again. -
Originally posted by S-wordsman:
the last paragraph does not seem to fit ...
[b]I cannot cry
I cannot cry,
These tired eyes remain so dry,
And yet my spirit writhes in pain.
I cannot cry.
Why canÂ’t I cry?
When did impassioned eyes go dry?
Mocking the heavy rain.
I cannot cry.
I dare not cry,
These fears will fill this desert dry,
For tears will flood this helpless plain.
I cannot cry.
I want to cry,
I cannot let these cheeks go dry,
The rain must break these window panes,
I need to cry.
[/b]
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Originally posted by S-wordsman:
I like this, the 2 last stanzas are good, particularly ' the rain must break these window panes... ' reflecting the subject's strong sense of grief. Having said that, i do wish you would illuminate on the reasons for why subject cant cry, the 2nd stanza seems abit bereft of explanation, IMO. The question "Why" is left unanswered.
[b]I cannot cry
I cannot cry,
These tired eyes remain so dry,
And yet my spirit writhes in pain.
I cannot cry.
Why canÂ’t I cry?
When did impassioned eyes go dry?
Mocking the heavy rain.
I cannot cry.
I dare not cry,
These fears will fill this desert dry,
For tears will flood this helpless plain.
I cannot cry.
I want to cry,
I cannot let these cheeks go dry,
The rain must break these window panes,
I need to cry.
[/b] -
Originally posted by S-wordsman:
Ahhh, Picasso is one of my favourite too
This is a painting entitled Weeping Woman by Picasso.
I wrote the following about 10 years ago:
[b]Upon Looking at Picasso's Weeping Woman
Your cries fragment my soul
Your weeping grips a silent hold
My hands they sweat as I
Paint your oily tears inside my eye.
Gushing feelings fill this void
A broken emptiness, a bloodless rush I can't avoid
The pale, shy crying your face beholds
Unashamed, the shame of tears he moulds.
Picasso, how came you saw my pain?
Black, blue, yellow, orange, and black again
Brought forth the rainbow in the rain
My rainbows more oft they go than come, again and again.[/b]
This poem, seems to me, to be slightly fragmented towards the end. I have trouble understanding how the sad painting can make you visualize 'rainbows'?
Also, from talking about the painting, there is too sudden a shift to 'how come you saw my pain'? -
Cry
The tears that falls from my face
are not mine.
They are hers.
the past me.
She's dead.
but still there
lingering in my heart
Go away, the past me
and leave me be.
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Abstractions after abstractions after abstractionsÂ… need I say more?
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Maybe not.Originally posted by Alex K:Abstractions after abstractions after abstractionsÂ… need I say more?
Your comments are abstract enough.
Thanks.