Catharsis

On taking out in paper what's on the mind..or was it?

No, I'm tired of fame and publicity tonight.
After all, I have to return
Return to the cold, lifeless form
Shell life of a fragile jellyfish
The seas have promised me nothing
They have taken away my niche.

When sea horses play in water
They forget to see the fish around
Encircling them
Giving them water and small elliptical flows.
Busy they are, with their game.

Life's best decisions are never undone
Ctrl+Z is not a option.

Bad, obnoxious odor of good tasting tea
Never leaves the mouth
I have brushed but I haven't really brushed
Hair has grown from my past
Past my neck and my broad shoulders
Jackets are short, they never cover the cold
Brown T-shirts always lurk out.

You can ban torrents
But can you ban the spirit of movie-watcher
Whether it's porn or a good old movie
Internet will be taxed and I will oversee.

Even if you sit on the terrace
Even if you stare at the sun
The rooms are always numb
Cold, damp air
Alien's presence everywhere.

Sometimes even piss and s**t is disgusting
The cold water trickle my a*s
And numb my bare fingers
And bathrooms don't get dry
At least no sooner.

I remember and I remember
I can't reshuffle
Hazy priorities have undone me
And so have the winter.

Please show the way to a sunny morning
For corn fields do the wait
I need to take a shower which really cleans me up
And I need to breathe again, fresh air.

Claustrophobic with excessive people
As privacy diminishes with time
Vanishing souls do increase privacy
But at what cost, O dear mine?

So sun won't shine at the dingy little corner
Dirty mosses will grow
My mind and body's a retarded soul
Please leave me and let me go.

Goodbye frustration
Goodbye tiredness
Goodbye overfeeding
Goodbye me and my f***** up soul.


© Nothing Personal. January 13, 2011.

Author's Note

"And thus he felt helpless, and thus he found no solution and thus he found no way to change his destiny "

Reviews

[Art]

the questions...the solutions...oh the reality...such is the ever seeking mind of ...well maybe not ever...just a Soul reaching to discover...all is the wind following its own and everyones ...finality...

exceptional work my friend...makes me wanna escape...


well maybe...

[Marie Harrison]

What a fun poem. I enjoyed this a lot. Thanks for sharing.

[Nida Lodi]

you write flawlessly...you are an amazing writer...how could you convert just so general things happening around you in such a great artistic poetry!!

[Stacey]

You read about fame, the famous and if you read closely they seem like the lonliest people in the world. Once the fame is lost and the opportunity to be normal, to walk among the normal bores them and they desire fame again. I don't think I could live under that microscope. I prefer my day-to-day that invlolves living, lauging and the choices I am presented with each day. A life without that type of variety would bore me. The best gift you can give yourself is the beauty of you. Those you allow to share should feel blessed, Wonderful write!

[MarcoftheBeast]

an amazingly written piece... you are godlike. this will be one of my favorites. great job.

[Bette]

"Bad, obnoxious odor of good tasting tea
Never leaves the mouth" so true! well done

[OT]

brilliant!! very good! you tackle the subject nature very well, and slightly differently to how most would - makes us think, well written and strong imagery!! great!!

[Jeffrey Gershom]

Fame and fortune seem to find people who aren't looking for it. And as such, they have no way to prepare for it. In the end, it can destroy them...as in your poem. Gloomy! Hopefully, some of these people can find someone special that can give them the support that's needed. But, that would have the same impact as your poem has.
Good write!
-Jeffrey

[Ice QueenJen]

this was a great writing about a tired and depressed soul. Sort of how perhaps Lindsey Lohan feels, when put in the spotlight and just wants to be left alone. I also know some famous people, but I treat them as they are regular people.

[Zackery Alan Daley]

This poetry would be flawless if you eliminated the things that make no sense. It's like a text message of a great piece, fragmented with poor punctuation. The idealistic nonsense definatly works but its metaphors seem to crumble as it goes along. No hate, I'm just honest and I can't wait to read more of your work.

Zacky D

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Nice poem. I dont want fame...I'd gladly take the anonymous success.