Left-Field Posted December 13, 2012 #1 Share Posted December 13, 2012 Something Violent I can't get the imagery out of my head Every night around eleven P.M. As I lay my head down on my bed And I don't want to talk about it The color red, and an entry wound Like J.F.K. on that sad afternoon And it plays on repeat when I close my eyes This isn't a choice, I've been traumatized No voices, no sound, just the flash of a gun In less than a second the whole act is done This isn't a memory, 'tis mere imagery But a kind I don't prefer to see Within my mind, the darkness romanticized The things that I see without using my eyes Conditioned and desensitized To violence 'til we're neutralized ________________________________________ © J.F.K. IV ..... 12/11/12 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted December 13, 2012 #2 Share Posted December 13, 2012 I love the way you write J, your style. I always find myself singing your lines as I read them. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted December 13, 2012 #3 Share Posted December 13, 2012 This is a meaningful topic for our times, we are infiltrated by images of violence, negativity is such a force against our conciousnesses in these times. I don't know if you are currently suffering from what your poem portrays - unwanted images of gun shooting, or other negative sights, but I get these too. Pay attention to the thought you think right before you see the image, replace the thought with another thought (a positive one) and see if that also produces the image, continue to do this each time you get the image.. It's an interesting exercise... 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted December 14, 2012 #4 Share Posted December 14, 2012 song comes to mind.. Glad I'm not a Kennedy.. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Left-Field Posted December 14, 2012 Author #5 Share Posted December 14, 2012 (edited) I love the way you write J, your style. I always find myself singing your lines as I read them. This made me smile. I don't know if you are currently suffering from what your poem portrays - unwanted images of gun shooting, or other negative sights, but I get these too. I don't deal with thoughts of hurting others (myself at times, but not others). To do something like that has never made sense or "appealed" to me. I do think with everything around us though people have become conditioned to violence (among many other things). I actually changed the last line from what I originally had to reflect a more societal thought as opposed to being more personally connected. I didn't want people overthinking things or whatever they might call it. 'Tis just a poem afterall. Pay attention to the thought you think right before you see the image, replace the thought with another thought (a positive one) and see if that also produces the image, continue to do this each time you get the image.. It's an interesting exercise... I will try and follow through with this. Thank you. song comes to mind.. Glad I'm not a Kennedy.. I had an entirely different response written, but I just realized "Glad I'm Not a Kennedy" is a song, lol. I'm gonna have to check it out. Edited December 14, 2012 by Left-Field Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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