A poem about domestic violence related PTSD
Haunting pangs of dread Rise from toes to head Lines of worry etch the brow Wondering what will happen now Tying the stomach into knots Preparing for what evil plots Phantom doubts or are they real Damn, an onion I must peel To find what is pushing me To feel these feelings endlessly But the... Continue Reading →
Why is it? Some people seem to always be looking for “Validation.” Was it something we lacked during our childhood, or could it have been caused by our “life experiences,” thrusting us into a never-ending search for it?
What if the “Cycles of Time,” were like that of an overplayed vinyl album.
Over the years the incessant playing can weaken one of the walls/grooves. The needle, which usually rides the smooth spirals of the carefully placed grooves, is suddenly damaged.
At first, the audio jumps to the next groove, breaking apart the rhythmic symphony of melody reverberating from the speakers. But, when the groove, is breached, the rhythmic chorus of the melody is changed. As a result; the symphony or cluster of notes are doomed to repeat, over and over.
Or worst case scenario; the needle jumps right to the end of the symphony, in turn; the melody’s beginning, climax and finale’ are all meshed into a short second of ear piercing turmoil. Thereby, ending the pleasurable ear-pleasing experience of the album, entirely.
Have you ever watched as the needle hypnotically skated across the album surface? Spinning round…
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