Penned My Heart Down

What would be left on Earth?
If we were to become an epitome of indifference?
The soul strives to speak every second
Won't you tell?
The smile that could grow wider
The tears that could rush out faster
The agony that could intensify deeper
The ecstasy that could elevate higher
Only if you and I choose to speak up
Give up on thoughts inside our heads
Let them sail out, out very far.

The care that could carelessly dismiss worry
The guidance that could free from hopelessness
The effort that could effortlessly do the deed
The opposition that could support our doom.
Which is which, you would know
For you have to speak up, sooner or later
Get it clear,no tangles, no fear.
Would you still be so shy ?
Would you still not be curious as to what happens next?
When you free your thoughts and I, mine?
Out through words if they don't
Let the ink do the wonder
Because you would never speak up to me
I know, and so I write
Write it out to you, so you may read
Because even when I speak,
You hear but you don't listen

And I pen my heart down for you,
Read it so you will know.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

Handle with care this stuff is adrenalized. And the challenege is right at the start were very subtly there is a mention of a seemingly weightless question and if you don't pay attention then you are hit with a sudden rush of yearning and longing of all that could be , might be, oh if only and what not.
By that time I got half way through I was ready to run two marathons and probably we should bottle this and sell it. Then we are brough down to earthly territory again ( oh well, nothing good last forever) and it reminds us of a common male oriented quality "If I speak at one constant volume, at one constant pitch At one constant rhythm, right into your ear You still won't hear".

Thankyou Namrata

[Namrata]

Hey Rene, my pleasure having you review this. Why, you get easily the message I wanted to convey. read moreHey Rene, my pleasure having you review this. Why, you get easily the message I wanted to convey.
It is more than an excuse to write up so that "he" might listen or read.

[Effector Prime]

A clever set of words carefully deliberated to elucidate the workings of the mind. Yours? Nay the Human mind but moreso. It's clear from your hym the nature of the unadulterated conscience. Your heart is worthy of celebration :) prone to hurt by guile and ruse for its pristine, pure mixture of mortal ideas for it was not designed to hurt.. -the Human mind.. Yours (mind/heart) is audacious moreso

[Namrata]

Penned it down for a super-human, you know. My heart has always been audacious. :D

[Effector Prime]

thank you dream girl

[Matching Socks]

Great write from the heart.
It's a frustrating feeling indeed when you can't say what you want either because they don't hear you or won't hear you.
Nice job here my friend.

[Namrata]

And I poured my frustration out here. Feeling better. :D

[Matching Socks]

I think this is the PERFECT place to pour it out my friend. :-)

[Namrata]

Ya sure. :D

[Matching Socks]

: D

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And a awesome job you did when yo pen it all out:))))))))))))))))))))

[Namrata]

Thank you Jonathan.

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Welcome:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))