July 1, 2015 by Americana Injustica

Echo.

An echo’s memo,
lamenting perpetually…
the redundancy.
A memory’s voice,
screaming at me silently…
the insanity.
Forever hanging,
by the thin threads of old strings…
the anxiety.
…these things are throttling me.

Spread The Word

Tweet
Email
Share on Tumblr
Print
WhatsApp
More

Like this:

Like Loading...

This entry was posted in Original Poetry and tagged Americana Injustica, echo, free form poetry, haiku, original poetry, poems, poetry, random feelings, writing.
Bookmark the permalink.
5 Comments

← Previous Next →

5 thoughts on “Echo.”

tedgiffin says:

July 3, 2015 at 4:25 AM

Great poem!! Hey, out of curiosity which Artist did that, looks Baroque.

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
- Americana Injustica says:
  
  July 3, 2015 at 11:09 AM
  
  I found the image on some random page about Greek Nymphs. I have like the depiction of “echo” in it, as her bottom half is somewhat visible for a change.
  I used it because of her name.
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply
  - tedgiffin says:
    
    July 3, 2015 at 12:43 PM
    
    Oh okay. Good choice!
    
    LikeLiked by 1 person
    
    Reply
    - Americana Injustica says:
      
      July 3, 2015 at 1:17 PM
      
      Thanks, I thought so, too… 😉
      
      LikeLiked by 1 person
      
      Reply
kat says:

July 1, 2015 at 6:46 PM

i totally get this feeling. great poem.

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply

Go ahead...say somethin'! Cancel reply

Enter your comment here...

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

Notify me of new comments via email.

Notify me of new posts via email.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Home
About Americana
Original Poetry
Dirt Naps in the Desert
Ancient Proverbs
Notes to Self
“So and So” Said it Best When They Said:
In Acknowledgment
Psychopathic Bringers of Justice and Peace
Justice For Boo

Follow Americana Injustica on WordPress.com

Copyright Statement:

Excerpting portions of posts and/or linking to them is encouraged with the understanding that full credit will be granted and directed to the Americana Injustica Blog and its respective author; duplication of this blog and/or any substantial portion of this content or any component used without the express written consent of the author is strictly forbidden and will be disallowed.

Follow Blog via Email

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 993 other followers

An Un-Jolly Corner.: An Un-jolly Corner.

Teela Hart’s Survivors.

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
I know people have wondered about it: the way that one of my dearest friends passed out of this world in silence almost a year ago now – without a word from me about it on my blog. I have gnawed a hole in one cheek over her death and…

The Facade of Protection and Justice for our Children

IF YOU ARE A SOCIAL WORKER READING THIS POST (OR ANY OF MY BLOG FOR THAT MATTER): Spare me your high and mighty remarks about the excellent jobs you all do in helping kids. The only effect that those posts ever have on me IS FAR from the one that you’re shooting for by defending […]

Loop.

This was how it always began, she knew; this was the miserably familiar feeling of progressing – long and far, and with much despair on the way – blood, sweat, tears – only to eventually carry you to the gut-wrenching realization that you’re patterning a circle – a loop, and nothing more. This seat in […]

Chance.

I’ve written in the past of my professionally given label of “a medical anomaly” when it comes to my physiology/immunology/genetics. This handle was given to me via a Stanford University medical conference luncheon, in which one of my former doctors highlighted my case in his widely received presentation on ‘reconstructive maxiofacial tissue surgery and uncommon […]

Sunday.

It’s Sunday; and sometime in early December…I hate the holidays. I have been in a notably embittered state of being as of late; I wake up in a shit mood and spend my day feeling either numb or way too much emotion, shuffle my feet around and paint makeup on my face, do my normal […]

Beasts of Articulation.: Beasts of Articulation

Trappings

Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
The trappings we drag, for the overnight stay in the damp, dark, cold to the touch; parts of the hell that we personally designed just for moments like these; when the world feels too small for how much we don’t feel.

My Lady and Her Bear

Originally posted on ChainsawPenguin:
My lady fair, And her bear, Set to sea last winter. Cold wind blowing, Neither of them knowing, Whither the snow had sent her. But their picnick at sea, Gave them such glee As they cared not to question. They said “Let it blow! We care not for snow! Our boat…

Unacceptable Stairs

Originally posted on ChainsawPenguin:
The mountain, the ark The ziggurat. Embark Upon a path of oneness that time forgot. The head that floats there, Those that lead into the air, An end not unlike a brain and a blood-clot. My ego death and following joy, The Infinite stairs that you employ, Provide the motivation to…

8.20 Train

Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
Summer nights all sounds the same; the rattle of the heat, against the humidity and the thick of the shame that settles on the city eleven floors below. My skin is sticky with cigarette smoke, and the wretched weariness that feels more like dehydration of the mind; each thought,…

In a Different Life

Originally posted on ChainsawPenguin:
In a different life This pain she feels isn’t hers alone. On this path there’s more than one shadow, In a different life. And in that different life, of which she often dreams. There are hands to help her, There are arms to hold her, There is good and joyful news…

Favorite Quotes:

"The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs us, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth."
- Dean Koontz

“Words are the only bullets in Truth’s bandolier. And Poets are the Snipers.”
– Dan Simmons, Hyperion

"The greatest strength is gentleness."
- Iroquois Proverb

“And above it all the butterfly affect. The sure knowledge that the entire life of a human being is like a single day in that human's life: unplannable, unpredictable, governed by the hidden tides of chaotic factors and buffered by butterfly wings...”
- Dan Simmons, The Hollow Man

"Every expression of closeness has potential bite. Every smile reveals the teeth."
- Dean Koontz

"Better to light a candle than curse the darkness."
- Chinese Proverb

“The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.”
- Dan Simmons, Prayers to Broken Stones

"After I’m dead I’d rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one."
- Cato the Elder (234-149 BC)

"Well hey, these things just snap right off!"
- Gary Larson

“In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes.”
- Dan Simmons, Hyperion

"There's nothing to writing, really...all you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed."
- Ernest Hemingway

“It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another.”
- Dan Simmons, Hyperion

"Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children."
- Sam Levenson

"Falsehood is cowardice, the truth courage."
- Hosea Ballou

"Sweater: n;
A garment worn by a child when its mother is chilly."
- Ambrose Pierce

"Stupidity has a price, and it always get's paid."
- Dan Simmons, (The Fall of Hyperion)

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,even a stranger, when in a lonely place.Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

- Tecumseh
Native American of the Shawnee

An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Idiom of the Day

work the room February 19, 2019
To interact with many people at an event or function. Often, but not always, applied to business situations. Watch the video
won't budge an inch February 18, 2019
Will not move, change, or shift in any way at all. Watch the video
without letup February 17, 2019
Without slowing down or stopping. Watch the video

Word of the Day

pettifog February 19, 2019
Definition: (verb) Argue over petty things. Synonyms: bicker, brabble, squabble, niggle, quibble. Usage: Mrs. Faraday watched in exasperation as her children pettifogged about who deserved the last of her chocolate chip cookies. Discuss
arboreous February 18, 2019
Definition: (adjective) Abounding in trees. Synonyms: woodsy. Usage: Oregon's arboreous landscape is both beautiful and serene.
cerebrate February 17, 2019
Definition: (verb) Use or exercise the mind or one's power of reason in order to make inferences, decisions, or arrive at a solution or judgments. Synonyms: cogitate, think. Usage: As they surveyed the damage, Jonathan did not ask his father how he would fix the tree house, instead allowing him stare and cerebrate in silence.