Light In My Eyes

Light In My Eyes

 

I wish you could see what I can see

There’s a small opening in this world for me

Writing is my destiny

It brings out the best in me

If you could see

Then you too would believe in me

 

Life is useless to me

The only thing I care about

Is the art hidden in my heart

And every page I write tears that little more apart

 

Writing consumes me

In a way I think it uses me

Takes control so often people actually like my writing persona more than they like B

I don’t really blame them

I’ve known B my whole life and you know what?

I don’t like him much either

 

You’re sadly mistaken

If you think there’s room for love in this heart

Heart is consumed by the dire need to produce art

People come

People go

Relationships begin

Relationships end

Todays enemy was yesterdays friends

But the writing stays the same

Forever bound to me, its become a part of my name

 

Bongani Armstrong Mhlangu

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This was a thought provoking poem. Our writing does take on a life of its own, and "a writing persona" for the writer. It's not all of us, and yet it is us. For me, writing is the way I make sense of all the comings and goings, the pain and the joy...sometimes, it seems to be the thread that holds it all together. Just my take after reading back over. A lot is said here and I continue to ruminate on it. Thanks!

[Loner]

How true a writers voice indeed ......
loved the poem .......

[Androglossia]

Ah, the divine inspiration. Great write:)

[The Refined Poet]

well done.

[Dark Tower]

Thanks.

[Junert]

Love it.

[Dark Tower]

Thanks.

[Eloha]

I find this touching, I can relate to the relationship to art above all else.

[Dark Tower]

Thank you Eloha

[melissa's heart]

very well written. I understand, sometimes people do not realize that the writer is the persons heart spead out there for the world to see, or at least thats me anyway.

[Dark Tower]

Exactly. Thanks dear.

[melissa's heart]

look over the spelling sometimes my mind is faster than my typing and spelling skills, lol

[Lisa Ring]

This is very well written and your thoughts are so true. Be thankful you have your writing, some people find nothing positive to get them through. True, friends come and go, but every one of them is in your life for a reason. I've found that everything is fleeting. Our unhappiness comes from fighting change rather than accepting it as how the Universe works. I'm sure I would like you in real life too :)

[Dark Tower]

Thanks Lisa. But I really dont think you would. Outside of this poetry, theres nothing to like.

[Lisa Ring]

That can not possibly be true. You are human. You love. You think. You care. And I don't know your individual characteristics, but I'm sure there are hundreds that I would like because they make you, you. Hold onto whatever you've got. It's important to love yourself first. Even if it's only that you treat your pet with kindness. It is a start and a quality to appreciate.

[Dark Tower]

You are far too kind to me Lisa.

[Lisa Ring]

I'm not trying to be kind. I am trying to help you see yourself as you are and not through a lens of self hatred. I am not a religious person, but I am very spiritual. We are all a part of God or Spirit. We are all connected and we are all important. Would you say that your hands matter but your feet do not? Or that your eyes are special but your ears are worthless? We are all unique but not one of us is "better" or more important than the other. You matter. Flaws and all.

[afra]

simply beautiful ...well done

[Dark Tower]

Thanks Afra

[Coyote Poetry]

Writing had been my only true friend for 36 years. Friend will change. We will become indifferent to old needs and desires. Some writers are doomed to self inflicted wounds to keep the pen alive. I enjoyed the story in the poem. A very good ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Dark Tower]

Exactly, nothing comes without sacrifice.
Thanks coyote