Soaked with Dust

I may be addicted to sadness
or that my sentiments dislike
rainbows, dislike gardens

doubtlessly dislike company
and dislike to be shared...
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Oh My, I can feel this, I have my own understanding of this piece, being addicted to the feeling that sadness and depression brings, although it hurts like hell, it's a hurt that you feel you need to be alive...you dislike disliking your feelins but you feel them anyway.

Even my writing skills lost a dime
expressing the love on my face,
lost its effectiveness when writing with hope
as I've been taught by you how to lose faith
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Oh yes, Nana, this poem is making me feel so much... you just know how to kill me don't you?

professionally soaked...with dust.
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Prefessionally penned I swear!

Your emotion here was like really enticing, so evident but sort of gentle and like pulling away from the hurt while clinging on to the feelings,

I loved it,
xxxxxx

This piece intruiged me and was extremely creative as well as a nice read. It had all the fabulous must haves of excellent poetry. There is a lot of great description and even more imagery. There is a ton of emotion and I love this. Excellent job. 5/5

I am done sewing metaphors
and painting happy endings
in my new poems.

^ 'sewing' feels so wintery. And I can guess what you're gonna talk about: no more phoniness, u will pour ur heart out

For I miss my old shoes
I miss my tattered dress
I miss the long dark nights

^ I'm fond of this stanza, and those objects 'shoes' 'dress' just make your piece alive, as they reflect the inner state, the real one, of you?

I may be addicted to sadness
or that my sentiments dislike
rainbows, dislike gardens
doubtlessly dislike company
and dislike to be shared...

^ That really has moved me. Sadness is leaking from those lines. I think that your tone here is as bold as ever.

You have to know that
though I miss those old
sad belongings of mine

it doesn't mean that I miss
crying at the end of the phone
or behind the screen.

^ That alive scenery again! I like how you incorporated a typical scene we witness in movies... I think it's refreshing, though you pulled our strings into the atmosphere, the gloomy one you're creating.

But you've turned me into
a night soul woman that
doesn't like to live beneath the sun.

^ DEFINITELY, my best stanza! 'night soul woman' can be ur title. It has lots of meanings, so thick and it can summarize the whole thing. I love it!

I get tired when being happy
lost in the rhythm of honest laughter
and chocked if breathing well...
if breathing deep

^ That makes us drown in more sadness. way to go!

I can't even accept it when I come
back with a smile on my face, imagine
that I worry too when I manage to sleep

^ Girl, you're a genius!!! He has changed your way of living, and it became impossible for you to return to how u used to act, speak....

Even my writing skills lost a dime
expressing the love on my face,
lost its effectiveness when writing with hope
as I've been taught by you how to lose faith

^ So much more to love... !!! the 'dime' kind of makes me think of your 'penny on the road' .. and here, ur stressing on the fact that he soaked u with ultimate sadness, and it's impossible for you to remove off the thick layers of them..

I am just done buying new clothes
and walking with high heels, and I wish
I wish you know how disgusting it feels...

^ I think you're incorporating a psychotic side i this poem!! My God, I really love it... He has influenced you tremendously!!! DARN IT, Nana.. ur one hell of a poetess.

to be thankful for the one person who
got me addicted to sadness, while
feeding me all his handmade meals

professionally soaked...with dust.

^ APPLAUSE. APPLAUSE. You really got me going. Your words got a hold one me, and I'm soaked now with your talent. Way to go Nana.. way to go.!!