Just a little more than transparent,
Just a little more than invisible.
Worth just nothing,
Today I'm nothing.
Little echoes dissolve into silence,
My voice issued just out of nowhere...
Who will listen to me,
If I can not be seen?
Just little more than a ghost,
I know I don't want to breathe anymore.
Just a little more than see-through;
Can I try to please you?
I wonder how it feels
To be in the other side.
I think it feels much better,
Much more than being alive.
I've been here so long:
Blood vessels keep molding,
Consuming, pain is so strong.
Tell me how to be
Something more alive,
Or am I just a fiction?
Am I so unreal?
Reaching out, so cold!
But I am just see-through.
Oh, can anyone feel the tears?
Drowning, far from help,
So far away from hope.
Words go into submission,
But never leave the host.
Someone have mercy on my soul!
Or is it I'm just fiction?
I know I'm so invisible,
I struggle to be hearable,
Yet I am nothing more...
Author notes
I claimed I was not lying but I kept being accused of such, and I wondered if there is something that prevents others from hearing my truth?
Written January 24th, 2006
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being N Nothingness
i visit this again to enjoy the beauty of being and nothingness...this is a brief expression of the great novel "Notes from the Underground"
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YODOR DOSTOYEVSKY
like this script...
"I want now to tell you, gentlemen, whether you care to hear it or not, why
I could not even become an insect. I tell you solemnly, that I have many
times tried to become an insect. But I was not equal even to that. I swear,
gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness--a real thorough-going
illness. For man's everyday needs, it would have been quite enough to
have the ordinary human consciousness, that is, half or a quarter of the
amount which falls to the lot of a cultivated man of our unhappy
nineteenth century, especially one who has the fatal ill-luck to inhabit"
the feelings are common but rere to be percived...this is a very deep and philosophycal poem
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beauty
beautiful, excellent,nice.very nice mystery. -
No problem with the bad memories, I am living in pain anyways hehe. And it weas no prob reading your poems, poetry eases one soul. be well
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sorry mine brought back bad emorys can't remember how that one goes now as i wrote a lot since but still thanks for taking the time to read my work it's much appreciated thank you x
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Thanks for your comment, I'm glad it meant something to someone. It is full of many feelings, since it was written during an argument with my loved one before he abandoned me. I guess some of us feel like we are invisible in this world...
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excelloent work wow it' so good and meaning full
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