Senseless  Mind

Senseless Mind

A Poem by Wem Ortiz

I see you, walking right before my eyes.

I hear you, speak lines,

I smell your scent, fragrance from those lonely nights

I tasted your cakes, sweetness of a birthday present

an  overwhelming  touches, behind my spines.

 

figuring melodies, on songs unsung

harmonies on those guitar strings

strum the golden memories, the sound of your voice, 

entrapped air inside my lungs

 

you define the process of sugarcane to sugar dust,

an enchantress, enchanted  busting magical dust.

you devoured me, from my crust to the deepest of my core

filled me with water, leave me here, drown my soul

fly my kite, so you would see an elevating paper unfold.

now tell me is this a story untold? 

 

cold nights on a lonely friday eve. 

bird on a cage slowly be freed.

a content of a scripture, unreleased

greeting cards  from a cold october breeze

wind blowing, wind pipes.

flutes tuned to dumbfounded trumpets. paintings on my room.

a picture on my walls, a photo of you.

 

then time fly so fast  it had been years and months

I forgot things beyond my control,

and I realized that...

 

 

I was blind, to see the  picture

I was deaf, to hear the music,

I was mute, to speak the context

I had hyposmia, to smell your fragrance

my toungue's, to short to taste your actions

I was numb, to feel your touches 

 

 

yet you are still there

not leaving...

being My Senses...

 

 

thank you.


© 2012 Wem Ortiz


Author's Note

Wem Ortiz
ignore grammar problems. :)

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Soooo good! Great detail!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C.C. Marx

11 Years Ago

good point lol but being a die-hard soccer fan i'm still slightly offended
Wem Ortiz

11 Years Ago

you don't have too :) I'm sorry hehe
C.C. Marx

11 Years Ago

its fine soccer is mostly played by guys anyways

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Wem Ortiz
Wem Ortiz

Bacolod, Negros Occidental, Philippines



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