Outer Shells

I hold mine close

Its those moments
the ones you can't escape from
or can you?
For once I'd like to write
a little more from the heart
as they were written
no adjectives, no rhymes,
no imbelishments
Just simple words that

can tell a story
exactly how it happened
without lengthy sentances
that could take forever
to describe one substance
Although one cannot explain
a feeling like this
or can you?
I could describe how clear,
or how blank it feels,
but the words would feel..
empty
I could describe how
empty I feel
But, for some reason nothing
would sound right
like how it sounds in my heart
And this could neither be a happy
nor sad poem but,
I couldn't describe that to you
or could I?
No, I haven't just run out of
thoughts to write about
because my ears are ringing
off the hook
Yet for awhile it goes away
leaving me in silence
Back to the emptyness
Possibly back to staring
blankly out my window
for hours it would seem
Staring at nothing and thinking
about everything
Although still not able to describe
this beating heart of mine
As I leave you with these
few words
I ponder still out my window
with bloodshot eyes
and no intention of sleep
Of the adventures
my soul has become of me

 

Author's Note

Again very personal.

Reviews

[M. Amphet Salt]

I like the theme to this piece and can relate to it very well. You did well questioning yourself to find only questions, it seems. I like the lines you ended the piece with as well. Good Job!

[robin]

The inner adventures reflect the outer world and so on in a never ending reflection of a reflection. One merely watches and rides the big ones as you can catch them, to a smooth shore dismount...like a big nose these things can be transformed into assets, for what other choice is there? Eh? Big Nose!