Everywhere i look i see absence,
Even past barbed wire fences,
And it seems all life is past tense.
My whole body then tenses.
Is this a prison,
Because the sight is not by choice,
Life is becoming but a vision.
Random glimpses leaves me with no voice.
I cant speak about what i feel,
Even if urged,
I cant speak because that would make it too real.
Hate not dealt with but purged.
I don't really hate... not in that way,
Its an expression of emotion too deep to tell,
The deep cauldron of hope to untouchable to slay.
Anguish only matched by the fire in Hell.
Glasses half full leaves me half empty,
White noise is the right metaphor to use,
Life that's too void to tempt me.
Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues.
Dead Roses freshly picked and sold,
In deep soil that seems too fertile,
The use of life for gain shown so bold.
My mind only seems to see deep shades of purple.
The color of insanity.
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I feel you on life feeling past tense. For me it's past or future..never present.
ReplyDelete"I cant speak about what i feel,
Even if urged,
I cant speak because that would make it too real." so much honesty from you. amazing
"Glasses half full leave me half empty,"
--best line EVER--
"White noise is the right metaphor to use,
Life that's too void to tempt me.
Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues."
and the whole stanza...just wow! strong strong strong!
"The use of life for gain shown so bold." i have to smile as I read this line. It is rather bold isn't it?
Monte, I love the poem for what you are sharing in it, the way you delivered it and the poetic awesomeness contained inside. I love the way I felt reading it. vivid pictures vivid story.
Oh my God. This is what poetry is meant to be. The emotions and the imagery are leaving me speechless. This piece has such a deep feeling teetering between depression and solitude. It was very easy to get lost in the flow and darker tones. I feel this poem could easily be one of the best ones you have ever posted. To delve in to the psyche of a mind that feels this deep of emotions is an incredible journey, because people seldom admit that they think of feel this way.
ReplyDelete"Dead Roses freshly picked and sold,In deep soil that seems to fertile,The use of life for gain shown so bold."
that is absolutely incredible. Now that I know you were capable of putting so much of your self into your craft, my expectations are increasing for more of "you" to be placed in every line. wonderful.amazing.beautiful.ily
absence as in souless?
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thats a pretty emptying feeling
you need something to look forward to
goals. plans. passions.
"i cant speak because that would make it too real."
you don't know how many times ive told myself that.
so many times, i dont have enough appendages left
to use as an abacus.
"i dont really hate... not in that way"
its an emotion hate doesnt do justice to.
a feeling not yet invented.
there is an optimisim there. with the hope.
that definitely lightens the tone portrayed in the first
two lines and the last.
it's like you know there is purpose. whatever is making you
feel like this, you understand there is something deeper.
something to cherish. i just "hope" you're right.
"glasses half full leaves me half empty."
i had to laugh at that because when my glass is literally
half full, i do feel half empty. i like a full glass of
beverage. i get thirsty often!
existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet im searching for clues.
you should rightfully search. never give up on the search of
the meaning of all of this.
"Dead Roses freshly picked and sold,
In deep soil that seems too fertile,"
ok, from this.. dead and fertile are basically opposite.
possibly being too fertile, giving too much growth too fast,
can weaken and in turn lead to ones death from over exposure.
let's see, cheesy slogans:
moderation is key. don't bite off more than you can chew.