Life is staring at me and it said
"Two paths, one set of feet, pick your poison."
Light hearted despair and agony were the current themes in my life. So I saw no other choice than to pick up a pen and make memoirs from memories. to make speech into poetry, insanity into genius.
No matter how hard I tried though I couldn't make anyone else feel what I felt. I had no idea words only held that power over me, no wonder no one else got it. I was like a walking hallucination with my own dictionary in my bloody hands that gave me an extra minute of euphoria with each word.
I want them all to feel it to.
Scrubbing out my insides trying to drag out that single second of emotion that maybe I could catch in a net and deliver to you. But I'll never really know If you receive it. These words are my messengers and the ability of their skill solely relies on the heavy heart in your whole.
Daunted by the singularity of us all.
Searching for that glimpse upon infinity.
If only I could give it to you too.
Maybe just maybe If my heart were in my hands in the form of short gasp with strongly annunciated syllables you could finally understand what it is I'm saying to you. If the words hit you in the face the same way they hit me, then maybe you'll get it.
And maybe I'll stop loosing my place.
Author notes
Sincerely, this is how I write, this is what I feel, yeah I'm a mess.
In a list
A contest entry
- Who Are You As A Poet? by SmokinHotWhiteTiger.
525 points, ended December 24, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
you have to know me to get this.
Comments
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I enjoyed reading this.
It was amazingly written,
and i could tell you spoke from the heart.
good job.
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I miss your writing hun.
Your amazing and I know exactly how you are feeling, believe it or not.
Keep your head up, everything gets better baby, I promise.
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i feel it babes.
i feel it all the time
i miss you :[ if you need me im here.. please know that..
♥
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Thank You For Entering
Okay first off one you are not a mess merely going through some tough times in life figuring out who you are as a person and 2nd off this is quite a brilliant poem. I do like your angle of yourself portrayed through out this poem which makes it stand out. any ways atraight off the bat I immediately found this stanza to be my favorite:
No matter how hard I tried though I couldn't make anyone else feel what I felt. I had no idea words only held that power over me, no wonder no one else got it. I was like a walking hallucination with my own dictionary in my bloody hands that gave me an extra minute of euphoria with each word.
I also really felt that you should not force others to try to understand you because in the end it will get you no where plus it places a person in an ackward position and you are better off just being who you are and allowing people to judge you for who you are. I just really though your word play was brilliant and that incredible methaphor with the dictionary in my bloody hands part was pure brilliance on your part. Overall I enjoyed reading this poem and keep up the good work and good luck.
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