another one all my fellow poetic friends! and your comments too please! Poets feel pain. Stretching pain killing my inside, It reaches out for me, no matter where I hide. Brutal pain laughs about torn times, On an empty dark shore of life, like the black sea it shines. A very steady feeling of hate wraps around me, Showing me things that I’m not ready to see. I’m chased out into the wilderness of suspicion, There isn’t anything beautiful out there, worth the mention. I crave for those long seconds in peace, But I’m deficient of it like a fatal disease. A prophecy that claims to be my law, A rule that I’d prefer to withdraw. And no matter what I do throughout my day, Resurrected pain shall have its say. And so I fear to live another moment, Unless it’s worthy of holding me immortally silent. But now as I’m tempted to live in hope that’s lying, I’ll trust it well, till the moment I’m dying. And they say a poet lives his happy days, Enjoying beauty in all its ways; But none remains to last as a truth, A poet am I, and I feed on bitter fruits. A poem could only calm that pain, Pain that has followed and murdered the sane; A poem is a deep revelation of my thoughts, An open window to all that pain that has been caught. And if you tell me to stop, I’d die suffocating, Murder of an unsound mind and a heart that is breaking. So shower all you pain upon me tonight, A poet lives pain today, and dies tomorrow in fright.
Kool It is all wiered but totally awsome and for me at least, so true. This is an amazing pecie of writitng.....JUST AMAZING And i just LOVE this part. Just i feel like i can identify with this poem. I don't care what anyone else says. I LOVE THIS POEM LOL Great Job!
gee...thanks a lot David!! you rock well too!! i just read your poem...it was completely mind blowing!!!!!
fucking fantastic! where the hell are you getting this strong imagery from? sent some to me!!! i really enjoy reading your stuff and i know you will come up with more fab stuff again! can't wait!