Recessed Head Space

Recessed Head Space

A Poem by Frieda P

some things need to be buried, 
at least in the recesses of the mind, 
never to see the chilled day's dawning
 alas, for some reason 
the malcontent brain spits them up 
and vehemently slams it out,
against that macabre wall of shameful glimpses
breath ceases to exist for decades beyond
can't see clearly the dreams for the reality
hurling truths take a dizzy spin
seething unrelenting savagry of mutations
seeping from the eyes through grey haze
weighing heavily on time and space
ambiguous price of penance paid
 for someone else's sinful aberrations

© 2013 Frieda P


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So dreadfully true that the wrongdoing of others have eternal effects, more so than the good deeds most times. These thoughts need to be pacified, but the human (worse if intellectual) mind will rebirth these supposedly dead thoughts.

Intense. Honest. Frieda.

Tight write, my friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

I know, you understand this one very well, thanks Cyn!



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nicely done miss frieda!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

thanks dreamer
beautiful dreamer

11 Years Ago

welcome!
Indeed, some things do need to be buried, but so often these things rise from the past with the mere mention of a word, or a song hear, an old hangout passed on the highway. Yes they need to be buried, but the will never be gone. Nice work Frieda.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

You know it Jack, even the smells of something from the past are a real trigger, thanks for you unde.. read more
Jack...

11 Years Ago

Definitely aromas bring back certain memories.
The paralyzed life is one not lived. So often it is the result of something done to us not something we have done. Great poem on the devastation that is paid by victims when others choose not to see.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Yes good word 'devastation' thanks so much for this.
This is sombre - the burden of buried truths. Those few lines are stark - "...hurling truths take a dizzy spin/seething unrelenting savagery of mutations/seeping from the eyes through grey haze" This is superb imagery, Frieda. P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Much appreciate you Pete, thanks so much.
so sad and true, you know how many have been convicted when they are innocent??
how many have spent all their lives in prisons for no reason, how many have been cast out because of someone's lying skills???
nice one FRIEDA loved it

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

thanks luviva
While the original sinner walks in the world, clueless to the damage they do to others! Thjis piece takes on a subject rarely written about and you write it with style!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Exactly Barbara, thanks so much!
"some things need to be buried,
at least in the recesses of the mind, "

Yes, some are. And then put R.F.G. (Recessed For Good).
But seriously, this poem is so true. Bad things happen, to balance all the good. It's just that sometimes, it's too much. But I don't know, I feel strong. That no matter how bad the things are, I can still smile.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

R.F.G. sounds good to me....tell my subconscious! Thanks SM.
This is a great poem, I loved it. Whenever you write, you write from the heart and deep down. It is a magical ride when I read you.

"breath ceases to exist for decades beyond
can't see clearly the dreams for the reality"

I loved these lines. Very well written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Sye, much appreciated. x
For whatever reason, the collective-unconscious theory seems to lend itself to negativity a lot easier than positivity...we are a tight-knit group here and when one of us feels pain, we all feel it...but we're all in this together, and we're all here for each other...anytime a poem like this comes from any of us, it's like a warning bell to the rest of us, and we all rally together to let that person know we are there for them, even though they're probably well aware of that already...still, one can never have enough reassurance...these words are powerful, and the poem itself is incredible...such is the trade-off of an artist's existence...but stay the course, be yourself, because we love you here through good and bad.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

That is so true Steve, I never could understand that, thanks so much for your support, always....you.. read more
kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Always a pleasure Frieda :) xox
perhaps the sins of the father should never be revisited, left in the past to gather dust and be forever lost in time. you write so profoundly and with such impact as to draw your reader into the equation with all possible empathy. i have felt and lived so many of your life experiences that i have become a kindred spirit to yours. it is always a deeply meaningful experience to read your art, my dear friend. this is no exception to that rule.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much quin...I'm sorry you live among memories as such also. You know firsthand this one st.. read more
quinfinn

11 Years Ago

i know, and i do understand. you are always a welcome force in my world....

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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