Identity

Same old self- angst..

Diving deep into an ocean of tormented turbulence,
Swimming past the waves of ferocity,
A lonely mind finds the joy underneath.
The call of pride fills a conscience of constant conflicts,
And an indrawn breath relives the insanity.

The vanity of intellect still snarls at a mind,
The mind gasps and tries to find-
words that echo the ecstasy of waves..
And the waves recede the shore of sanity...

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"The vanity of intellect "...I like that a lot. "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity." Shelley had us looking at Ozymandias trying to show us how small we were but the Hubble space telescope has made that pretty obvious I would think. My friend said, "If there is a "God", we are like like dustmites on a small piece of worn furniture; pretty insignificant." I replied with, Well, how do you know? God might be a chicken and the universe is just an egg that hatched...in which case, there will be other eggs; at which we both burst out laughing. It's a big selfish world full of little selfish people who like to think they are big. Humility is a good thing.

[KatiePie]

This had a very god flow to it, the whole thing is beautiful and holds a meaning. I really enjoy it, because some poetry I've been reading is beautiful, but it's just a bunch of words, it has no meaning, but this one, does, it has meaning and that's what makes it more beautiful than it already is. Great write :)
-Cathrine

[Kanattas Atir Enomo]

i really like this poem. it flowed really well and i love your word choices. the added a certain "intellect-uality" (haha) to your piece. the shore of sanity i like that. you certainly have a way with words. keep it up