Trying to be ME

Trying to be ME short poem

“You are wrong, I am right
Is this what’s its all about?
Where is the love, the care?
and all the lovely emotions that were there
Is this all that is left in us,
Questions, arguments and fights?”
There I am looking at myself from above
Thinking ‘What’s wrong with him?’
he used to be a good human being
I feel like holding him up as asking him
Weren’t you born beautiful,
with a love filled heart within?
I try to reach out and hit him hard on the head
to make him forget his smart self, erase his pain
and make him dumb-in-love again,
to make him see the beauty
and stop him from being dead,
to help him create memories,
he wishes never to erase again.

Writers note:- Imagining how would I appear to my soul when am arguing fighting with my love, because that’s not what I am and wish if my soul could guide me through this to help me create beautiful memories instead of the ones I would want to erase.

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Touching hearts spreading love, caring and helping to restore the faith in love and humanity is important to me. Life is to live love and care in the end am just a soul on my journey and i want this journey to turn out to be the most beautiful of my eternal life.
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You have debuted with such a powerful thought @felixthefreesoul This wish for an ‘out of the body’ experience adds a spiritually liberating touch to your verse. You have nailed it in this poem, or rather, set it free. Wish to read more of your poems. Keep sharing the magic!

Abhi J

very impressive thought 🙂

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

That’s brave of you being you. Only the soul is real, all outward appearances only illusions.

Jayshree Murali

very original – make him dumb in love again… !


Felix very nice thoughts that is expressed.all d best


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