“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.
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.
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!
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
I was so much into you That I lost my friends, My family and most importantly Myself. My dear you, You hurt me so much That I lost you, And I lost myself too. I was depressed, tensed here You
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
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8 Comments on "Trying to be ME"
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!
very impressive thought 🙂
Honored! Thank you soooo much. It surely inspires me to write more. Thank you again!! with RESPECT!
Thank you i really feel good 🙂
That’s brave of you being you. Only the soul is real, all outward appearances only illusions.
very original – make him dumb in love again… !
Thank you Jayshree and Reyvrex 🙂
Felix very nice thoughts that is expressed.all d best