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Sun 13 Feb, 2005 09:07 pm
Have you ever layed still, crying on the floor
praying for your life to seize?
Did you ever wonder what kind of pain
being dead would release?
As I lie here black and blue
I cannot think of anything
only you.
You who I blame for my insanity.
You whom I scream illicit profanity.
To you I express my inhumanity.
I am not sane.
I am not stable.
I am screwed up.
I am not able.
I am you.
I really like the very first 4 lines.....very powerful
I liked it a lot . . . sent shivers up my spine.
The ability to express emotions of that caliber in any medium, be it music, poetry, paint is a true gift.
Awesome.
I'm impressed
I tend to find that it's hard to get that kind of raw emotion across AND use any kind of structure - they tend to interfere with one another
But you've done an ace job of really getting that across and wow it rhymes too
Thanks alot guys!To be honest, I was kind of embarrassed to post the thing....hehe
Great job, never be embarrassed, you are writing for yourself and not others. But we thank you for posting it!
Sharing stuff like poetry is painful to do, since you're embarrased and afraid of rejection and all that - but the rewards, such as the numerous pats-on-the-back for a nice job, like yours, are worth it. Keep writing and keep posting.
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