A poem inspired by the film Gaslight (1940) that inspired the term ‘gaslighting’.
Writer’s note: Often films I see, or stories I read, influence the ideas I have when writing. I recently discovered the film that inspired the term ‘gaslighting’ (Gaslight, 1940) and [badum tss] decided to write something. I often get writer’s block, so poetry is short enough for me to get myself writing, but also get my creativity flowing again. This poem is the first one I have written in nearly 9 months, and I feel it may be simple, but one you can enjoy!
Our hearts yearn for that place of serene contentment, and pure happiness. In this piece, Maryam expands on the human nature to find peace and beauty. She uses the pretty colour of ripe peach fruit as inspiration.
My heart is bleached with insecurities, Seeking for light with all sincerity,
If only I could teach it, its inability to live, I would take away its pain, To paint a tree of peaches…
With beaches, untamed with riches Each page’s bewitched with Beauties, Then, just maybe I shall set to lay over its reaches…
A review of everything we’ve done together on the bus this year.
2020 has been a wild (unexpectedly long) bus ride for all of us: we’ve hit lots of bumps on the road, but we’ve managed to have a little fun regardless.
This year we tried out, and added, a few new things: new, talented writers; new SPOOPY posts for October; posting once a week; lots and lots of poetry and short stories. It’s (semi-) safe to say that 2020 was our fullest bus ride yet and we’re super thankful for that.
To prepare for 2021, and the ideas we’ve got stacked up, here’s a review of everything we’ve done together on the bus this year.
P.S. Authors who do not have their own profiles on GOTB have Italicised names.
E/N: The poem is self-explanatory, so I felt the writer didn’t need to add the usual little explanation/motivation to accompany it.
Written by ‘The Traveller’
The poem I should’ve written, should’ve been about her.
3 years ago she wrote me a letter, telling me how she felt. Lord knows I felt the same but my bloodshot eyes made me go insane.
My bloodshot eyes infected my mind and made me feel unworthy.
Brought back to life and felt so dizzy…
The next day I left. I should’ve said something sooner…
I should’ve told her, I’m falling in love with the person before me. Should’ve told her I don’t want to leave, I’m too young and it’s too early.
Took the journey and felt regret, upon seeing my hometown once again.
A few months went by, I should’ve asked why she’d been so quiet…
Tortured by solitude, my thoughts left in silence. Not physical but performing emotional self-violence. Destroying myself with narcotics partnered with ciders. Smile on my face as I entertain backstabbers and liars.
I came home. I should’ve ran to her…
I spoke to her that night, texting back and forth as I lay on the floor, hoping, praying she’d come through the door. I should’ve told her I missed her I should’ve told her I cared.
I couldn’t let her fall for me, I was too weak.
I kept my distance to protect her, deflect her, almost to reject her. When I saw her again in person I melted, but melted in silence.
We stopped speaking. I should’ve said something…
Again she was in my sight. Not in my circle. In the distance, her smile not the same, her eyes still so bright. I think about her every day and every single night….