nameless

my nothingness - it scares me
remission from passion
what is my substance?
i thrive but on the waves of
adrenalin and on
the acceptance of those who i
have come to love.
But when reality beckons and
rips me from the realm of
my newly chosen
waves of excitement and happiness
lost in the echoes of a lonely
ocean.
Wherfore art thou? my forsaken first love
inexplicable drive
violent repercussions
i am left but in the swollen belly of dark
to wander
mysteriously purposeless
that which was-
no longer.

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Quillsvein1

16 years 4 months ago

This has

a mysterious last line and a lot of promise as far as an "emotive" piece goes: Poe once said that if a man tried to write a book called "My Heart Laid Bare" it would be impossible to do, and no one would read it. His philosophy was that most people are so fundamentally dishonest that such a heartfelt display would drive them nuts. You approach that honesty, most definitely. What would make this much more powerful is if you could get away from the vague and into the specifics, more concrete images, while still retaining that same emotion. GB

Stefan

16 years 2 months ago

wow

The basic question of humanity is asked: "what is my substance?" But we need to find the answer not out there, but in the stillness of your being. I loved your poem, deep and well written. Great poem.

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

Hello Kassie

My nothingness, a very sad story. Nameless too. This is beautifully written and straight from the heart...Love it Rosina xena465

Kassie

16 years 2 months ago

Thank you =)

Thank you for your comments guys! =) Always really encouraging when you discover that people actually read these things =)