Eduardo Cruz

Sep 06, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

LOST AND FOUND

I look into the deep, deep,
darkness that is my soul.
I can see a jambalaya
of words I can not control.
Fear and apprehension
begins to grow as the
words mix and churn.
The words begin to rise
creating phrases that are
not mine.
I write and write of love,
pain, and loss, but I know
not this language that
grows and grows.
I write them down for
someone to claim.
Please, come and take
these words that pour out
as if they were rain,
and let me return from
where I came.

— Eduardo Cruz, Sep 06, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

Critiques

easylife_2

17 years 9 months ago

This is beautiful

And very well written,I can feel your emotions as I read this,I hope it doesnt hurt too much,you'll be alright in time.Thank you.

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 9 months ago

it does hurt

Easy, if it was not for the emotions of love,pain, and hurt how could we write, this is the hurt you savor, and know that it is yours and yours only, so you try to put it in words to transmitt it, But something is always lost in the tranlation. Your hope is that people feel what you felt when you were in the moment. Thank you for feeling it. Eddie if a man does not know love, he does not know God

blistered-pen

17 years 9 months ago

I concur :)

the words you use make it slide. it's almost as if I can see you writing in an almost insane haze. I stumbled upon 'lost', I feel like it should be loss. that's the only tick I can pick. you've made something so common shine and pulse. kudos

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 9 months ago

Lost

Bliss, That is what I wanted, for someone to claim the words, and so you have. The reason I use "lost" is because I found these words and they should return to it's rightful owner, which is you or any one who see's what we do when we write. Thanks for the Kudos and your vision Eddie if a man does not know love, he does not know God

themoonman

17 years 9 months ago

Eduardo...

this is like a poems diary.. words from the words.. thoughts forming thoughts.. loved the poem and the idea behind it is beautiful ... yes.. only one line I had a question about... the words begin to raise... begin to rise.. or .. the words are raised..? would one of those work better? maybe.. I think.. in any case your thoughts are not lost.. and come across the page with the strength it should.. yes... loved it! Richard

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 9 months ago

Rise

Richard, thank you so much, it was a type o. Yes you nailed it, that's it "thoughts forming thoughts" for other poets. Good read! Thanks again Eddie if a man does not know love, he does not know God

Barbara Writes

17 years 9 months ago

Hey Eddie

Smiles:) Barbara life is a struggle and we fight to survive through the understanding of others. nice poem

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 9 months ago

the writing

Barbara, thank you. if a man does not know love, he does not know God

Rett

17 years 9 months ago

Eddie, Quite well thought out

And yes, each person's pain and love or experiences is their own. Unique to them for no one else can ever feel it quite the same way. As poets we all try to put it into words that others can understand the feelings inherent in "US" but it never quite measures up to what we actually feel. It does not fully translate though. It is like a foreign language. Excellent write! Respectfully, Rett: "The only thing observable with the naked eye to exceed the speed of light is rumor" Unknown

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 9 months ago

foreign lanuage

Rett, there is nothing better than understanding. I write to expose my feelings, and it works better than any $150. an hour therapy. Besides that, I enjoy it. thanks for the "Excellent" Eddie if a man does not know love, he does not know God

infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

Lost

"I can see a jambalaya of words I can not control." - excellent way of putting it. I'm glad that you found the power of writing, as many see it as theraputic. Sad write, indeed, but equally impressive. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "I just read an article on the dangers of drinking.... Scared the crap out of me. So that's it! After today, no more reading!" - Lex M.

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 8 months ago

therapytic

Jassica, thank you, it definitly is theraputic. thanks for your comment, and for taking the time to look at my other work. Eddie if a man does not know love, he does not know God