I open gates when I write, I wait in the quiet, feeling the unheard silences of someone else's life for I open gates when I write and nothing alters the worlds within the words they can create. I open feelings, hurt and I open myself, when I write For nothing can change as much as I can with the knowing just tell me, now I'm writing the pain feels different and I enter its void the living feels distant as I approach its intended outlook, on life as I write. people stare and I can't help but wonder where, in a life that's choked who can stand it never really handing it your life, we can never really share the feelings we feel and the words that they create For I am writing again and I feel alive, like no one else can touch me I have it all, I feel adrenaline and gates open when I write in all sizes, and I see all doors, in all shapes and I feel all words I can feel the wounds and the hurt that I will record and that I will write, when I write and if I write something will come and the gates won't shut, for I am alive and no one else could ever know.
but i'd like them too if only for a little while, I want them to, if only for my undeserved smile.
I'd want them to realise that when I write I feel only one version of this world, merely a feeling that won't go away, feelings of dismay or a memory of one day, where things have changed. I want them to know until every word is touched, and my feelings all gone, I write to feel different, when I am wrong.
There's a dark cover to your writing as if the words enclosed are leaking out rather than flowing. Perhaps its the intensity of your language, the sadness, the dreaded negative, not wanting to fade but to be used as armour. Perhaps. You express your feelings superbly well yet without an apparent hope for retribution or recovery,. Truly hope that such a gifted writer can found chinks of happiness as the dark fades and the doors allow in more brightness..
'I'd want them to realise that when I write I feel only one version of this world, merely a feeling that won't go away, feelings of dismay or a memory of one day, where things have changed. I want them to know until every word is touched, and my feelings all gone, I write to feel different, when I am wrong; Painful.
I liked how you described the need to write.
"I open gates when I write, I wait in the quiet, feeling the unheard silences of someone else's life
for I open gates when I write and nothing alters the worlds within the words they can create.
I open feelings, hurt and I open myself, when I write"
I believe, we, who love to write. We must. Thank you Siena for sharing your powerful and worthwhile thoughts.
Coyote
"For I am writing again and I feel alive, like no one else can touch me
I have it all, I feel adrenaline and gates open when I write
in all sizes, and I see all doors, in all shapes and I feel all words
I can feel the wounds and the hurt
that I will record and that I will write, when I write and if I write"
Very very good I enjoyed this poem within one
Oversee I seen in the fifth line I would have included
that of hurt and of help; all together a great poem
I adore Writing.
¬¬"Is all we see or seem but a dream within a dream?"
- Edgar Allan Poe
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