Open Poetry #38 |
Im NoT crying out so Shut It |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
How terrible, at seventeen I am finally ready I am ready to die and I have not yet lived But I have imagined and thought enough for one lifetime I have run my future in my head in a thousand ways I have done it all in dreams and in emotions I have written things that are as beautiful in my mind as is in myths Because I have done with mind what most will not To see into infinity and infinity lick my cheek in a disdainful manor To touch the ever not knowing what tomorrow brings in its every second To know the extremes of possibility and existence in forms not found To feel my entire being both my past my future my body and brain To be one with my own universe and see my dreams wholly I have also cast a careful eye on my unconscious and never looked away From dreams of lust for my mother and the fear of my father Or the terrible happenings that hurt my soul I’d long forgotten In my minds hand they are all grasped tightly and with critical fingers I will keep them in my disgusted, distained and disrespectful mind And because of this I have lived somewhat differently than most A life not censored or protected, not felt sane or loveable I am angry at my disposition and angry with you I am mad to eat and mad at hunger Mad to walk and mad to sleep Mad to think and mad to love I am mad to live and mad to talk And because of this I am more weathered than any fool Any child who calls themselves a grown up at the age of thirty with kids Any teenager who has a shirt the size of a nightgown I am who I am and I see what I see I cannot help this My life and opinions are that of the cold And I seek an answer from nowhere that this is truly real So because of this, I am ready I do not know how much left there is to know If already I have seen what men have seen at older ages what will I see then And should I not ask what it is to live? Is this not something based on opinion? Is living just my being or the experience of existing? Or could it be the exertion of desire and the pressure of betterment? One seems pointless and I laugh, as I know which wrong choice you’ve made And when my laughing fades I squint my eyes and blow a kiss to your corner I will walk away and see no one tomorrow I will fade like the laughter that cannot sustain Soon I’ll be with the hours and the singularity soon But my interior laughter will be inside me forever For you and for my angry mind And remember, no matter what time it is it’s always good night I am the two-toed wanderer |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
"How terrible, at seventeen I am finally ready I am ready to die and I have not yet lived But I have imagined and thought enough for one lifetime" My twins age. Your a deep thinker. Keep writing, keep thinking deeply...but don't forget to live. A wise man once said, Life is what happens to you when your busy making other plans. Live every day like its your last one. Love, be loved. Exist. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A weathered soul..how this one seems to sit on my mind and in my heart, for just yesterday I was about to tell you I believe you to be an old soul...an accumulation of years or centuries of thoughts. I would love to stroll some sand dunes, then alongside a lake or sea and chat with you, 3D reality. You are a vessel filled with compassion, with LIFE, and a wellspring of warm beautiful thoughts that swim alongside some melencholy and downright sad thoughts. But do not despair, please, you are meant to share your words, destined to share the joy of love. As an old soulof the universe myself, literally and figuratively speaking, I know what I say is true. |
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RevengeIsMine Senior Member
since 2006-07-08
Posts 820Australia |
i read this poem and it sounds so much like me except i am one year younger. well done i luv ur work. |
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