Try anything

The relationships between my my wife and creative process.

An ageless life living under a stone,

in the shape of my heart

with a name unknown.

 

I had my hell and I ate it too.

I swallowed my pride

for fear of losing you.

 

These words couldn't mean a thing.

They can't be worth writing

and I can hardly sing

 

But the sun's gone down

so listen for my voice.

It sounds alright, I think,

do you know what I mean?

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A pageless book without a spine.

I'm too scared to say

whats on my mind.

 

I was proud of you,

and I swallowed you whole.

Now your bones are shaking

right down to your soul.

 

These words don't mean a thing,

but I found some faith in causes

in a crown,

and a king.

 

That thorns still in my side.

Its becoming more like me everyday.

So I still try something,

or try nothing,

try anything.

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Do you get tired,

of waking up?

Are you afraid,

of your feet?

 

Rolling over,

its almost morning,

and I can't get back to sleep.

 

Grace came through the doorway,

blindly basking in the sun.

All the days blurred into one,

so many things I haven't done...

 

 

Reviews

[Arial, Black]

I sense an air of regret, or of time running out. Or maybe it is that you are holding back. I get a feeling that this person doesn't understand you, and you are so deep in your creative process that you are alone in it, perhaps afraid to let her in for fear she won't understand?

[Riley]

I really like this poem. Even though it is one of the deeper thought process to look into, I can understand where your coming from and where your trying to go with it. Sometimes its hard to balance love and writing. It's hard to put one first because if you with hold yourself from writing you lose yourself but if you focus more on your writing you lose your love, which pages full of words mean nothing compared to them.

[Remyyy]

i loved the beginning, very strong and i could feel your emotion through the words.

[afra]

the first stanza was my favorite... well done

[Laura Maidah]

My only issue in an impeccable poem: "mind" and "spine" is cheesy assonance. It doesn't work. Alliteration here is marvelous. "Blindly basking" and "blurred" just roll of the tongue, doesn't it? I wonder if it was intentional.

[Chris]

We reach for our "stars" in our own ways and time... and when we touch them find they touch back too.