You bottle your heart, then you bottle your think
Til the only bottle you pour out, is the one that you drink
And you’re losing your patience. You’re losing your glow.
And the girl in the mirror is a face you don’t know.
A face full of shapes. Don’t fit together so tight.
Peculiar this puzzle; the pieces aren’t right.
So in lieu of recovery, discovery of facts
You bottle your lovely & drink to react.
Willow's Glen 
You realize this is you at your finest, don’t you? My dear wordsmith friend? The rhyme, the flow, the playful yet destructive evisceration of your words–it hurts that such buoys bob into sight in the midst of an otherwise frustratingly overwhelming sea of writers block events; that it takes suffering to bring out such resonance. It gives me hope for your pen–and yet hurts to know you suffer so.
My pen; my sword. My machete, whacking away at the overgrown brush of life’s untimely events and time’s unlively portents. If nothing else, I am a writer. Everything’s fodder for the page.
“There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.” – Brian Aldiss
and which am I?
I think you are the sort to make us think. It is not wonder you strike us with–fancy and contemplation, dreams and what-ifs–but with captures of reality, life and, at times, the virulent emotion and events that go along with it. You force us to be more thoughtful of the world around us and more introspective of our own relations to it. Despite the rhymes, the tune of language, there is no honey coating; to use your own language, you hack at the world and put it on the plate for all to view.
Not a bad thing, I suppose. I’m not really one for dreaming.
this has a really quirky rhythm to it….the face as a puzzle that doesnt fit just right…and not knowing yourself in the mirror…the last two lines say much in how she is handling that as well…
well there’s a familiar name! Hello old comrade. You should know by now, I’m a dab hand at a quirky rhythm & unfettered rhyme. I hope you are doing well & time has seen you kindly. what brings you to my neck of the interwebs?
Whimsical, yet it has depth. Well done.
Thank you. A lot. I try rather hard to strike a balance with my work.
L’Chaim! It reminds me Baudelaire’s advice “One should always be drunk.!”
Oh, not me… I’m a maudlin and insufferable drunk.
quirky and clever….I love the playfulness of this piece.
self-reflection at its best..so true how it can make us think, react and sometimes to react not so favorably..thought provoking write
I’ve been getting hit hard by life recently… It’s been provoking me into showing the worser side of my face, and I’ve been having trouble dealing with THAT, in turn. It’s not fun when life gets the best of you and all you’re left with are the unsavory bits. But it’s a learning experience, to say the least.
so true, it is all learning. If we remind ourselves of that along the way it does make enduring come a little easier and the lessons learned more quickly. Hope things improve and give you a break soon
but if it did… What would I write about?
Very well done! Wonderful imagery.
Your appreciation is appreciated. Glad to know I can touch an audience favorably… Even when I’m not favoring myself.
very, very nicely done!
Thank you. Although, I wasn’t looking for praise when I wrote it.
I believe it – but sometimes the words just need to be put upon the paper. And sometimes they exceed our hopes, and meet our intentions.
You’re going to make me blush.
Creative and well put. Great write.