Saudade

This is probably the most personal I've gotten with any "public" writing, it's carries the load of love, pain, life, and the loss of it. Unison

I'd rather be dead than brain dead

Thoughts as these could be considered cynical

Or rather

Thoughts of a realist

My dear, Hope for the worst 

 You hold mankind to accountable, lower your expectations of each

So when you feel the wrath of a rainstorm

Your heart will remain a rock

And your mind? 

 Like a pillow

Youth disguises the power of these words,

But I beg my love hear not the pity

 But the power behind this hail storm

See mind and body are like the slow dance of a mother and her fetus

Each capable of murder

So understand my brain has deserted youth

And with a heart soon unable to beat on its own

Bones turn to dust 

and it’s too dust all of me shall return

I will grow with the only hope I know 

Expanding a brain capable of murder

See my love this is why

I'd rather be dead than brain dead

By: Kat JW

11/1/2012

Author's Note

So I've been encouraged to read at a local Open Mic Night. But before any public humiliation. I'd really want the opinions of the couragous writers of WC.ORG

Saudade>>[Portuguese loanword] longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost. (No immediate translation in english, it's often compared to nostalgia)

Reviews

[Circe]

this is a rather deep piece... I particularly liked "mind and body are like the slow dance of a mother and her fetus each capable of murder"... a raw line to digest.. and it's the kind of imagery that stops you on your tracks and makes you think. your words leave a lot open for interpretation allowing the audience to apply their own meaning... brain dead like brain washed, apathetic, or resigned.. I like the title Saudabe as well, it is poetic. a great contender for your open mic reading.

[Kat]

Really? I think I will it's this Sunday. But thank you for your review