The Dead Zone

I write poems on the daily.

More like every

single moment.

The ones I write

in my dome.

The ones that are

left alone.

The ones that are

forever a slave to

the twilight zone.

The dead zone!

The ghost of every

dead poem I

have ever wrote…

Have no home!

Reviews

[Celie Rose]

Some poems are better left alone. Especially, "The ones that are
forever a slave to the twilight zone. The dead zone!"
Maybe at a later time they will be worth taking a second look.
Perhaps a new and different meaning. Not in the dead zone anymore. You'll never know unless...
Good job. Keep writing.

[sinNsincerity]

Yes, Unless...
Thank you for reading!

[Midsummer's Pint]

Every thought..

One being something

Hiding something

Seeking for it

To be found

Lost

Mind's workingsare which comes from deep parts of one's innermind. There is hardship, softer life, happiness, utmost evilness...

It is to share, it is to forget, not to hide it for then you will have fooled yourself and be turmoiling yourself for those thoughts...

To have reaction, feel of understanding or something like it...

Maybe those which you have not anymore were kind of sacrifices for you to try go forward...

In my philosophy Life is The B***h.. It does everything to put you down.. When you come with Good writing or poem and you have left that vertan pen for example behind... you can't go back for then you get lost.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_5ChDbbaJ4

Those words and meaning... they do have it... what takes.... on.. and flies...

hmm... maybe this mumbling will be enough this time...

[sinNsincerity]

It's a sum of all of which you have stated as well a*s how lazy I could be at times....
Thank you for reading as well as leaving me your thoughts, I highly appreciate it!

[Midsummer's Pint]

be welcome:)

[Coyote Poetry]

The dead zone. A bad place for things to go.
"The ghost of every
dead poem I
have ever wrote…"
I liked this poem. Made the reader want to dodge the dead zone of words. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[sinNsincerity]

I try to dodge it, but it always doesn't work out haha
Plus, sometimes I'm just SOOOOO lazy to write.
More like most of the time.
Thank you for reading Sir, I always enjoy hearing from you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[TM]

Such a personal poem. I thought it was very insightful

[sinNsincerity]

Thank you for seeing it in such a way TM.

[Satan]

Think of them as stepping stones towards your greatest poem ever.

[sinNsincerity]

Oh..........................

[P.J. Amey]

I like this alot.
Although as a creative person (or someone claiming to be) it makes me sad.
Not because you're poem is bad or triggers bad thoughts or anything
I'ts sad because I know of this "Dead Zone" and mine looks like crumpled piles of paper with 1/2 drawn work on them.
Sure nothing to do with poetry in the sense of throwing out poem ideas
but it still manages a way to provoke those thoughts.
well done my friend!

[sinNsincerity]

I'm really glad that you did.
Well it's very depressing to me because it's sort of a lost piece of my genius that I'll never have back.
I wrote this poem for the ones that come to mind when I'm out and about and have nothing to write them down on, but I use my cell phone now...
I really loved what you had to say and I'm forever grateful.
Thank you for reading P.J.

[Southern_Writes]

This one speaks to me. I am so self-conscious that it is hard to put pen to paper or fingers to keys and make the words real. If the are real they can be judged, so I have allowed them to remain in the shadows of my mind.

[sinNsincerity]

I used to be the same way, but I've stop caring about the negative feedback and focus more on how my writing keep reach out to people you may never meet. It's a huge hill to overcome, but I believe in you Kansas.
I wrote this poem because sometimes I'll be out and about and a poem will come to mind, but I wouldn't have anything on me to write it down with, so it is forever gone because I won't remember it later on. And some I'm just too lazy to write hahaha

[Cara]

wow, this one is amazing, it goes to my favorites, thank you for sharing

[sinNsincerity]

Thank you so much Cara. =D

[Nadia B.]

Such are the poems of the secret of the mind and the heart. The poems never shared, they have a value of their own and I like how bring light to their dark distance. How that even though they may be placed in this "dead zone" filled with ghosts of paper, they still have life in the memory of the one who wrote them, haunting them in the back of their minds, like a work unfinished. A mystery still to be solved. Continue with this thought, truly I think you could begin a new trend of poetic thought and gives justice to the unsung songs. Thank you for sharing this moment of realization and deep contemplation. On the surface it may seem perhaps but this poem is not simple at all, please keep writing!

[sinNsincerity]

Not simple as it appears to be at all. It does go hand and hand with my deep thinking.
They do hold value and it saddens me that I don't put them on paper, but at times I feel that they should just be left alone and wonder. I once had a whole composition note book completely filled with poems and I once lend it to a friend who happened to move away without any notice to me and now all of those writing have become ghosts that will forever remain lost in the dead zone unless that person still has it. There were only two that I could really remember by heart that I rewritten and there's isn't much I can do about the rest... Yes the unsung song, to be recorded and not be heard... does that song really exist if it's never heard?
Thank you so much Nadia!

[Nadia B.]

Does the tree make a sound when it falls in a forest if there is no one to hear it? Of course it does! I am so sorry that this person left with your note book and never gave it back. They don't know the value of the treasure that they hold. Still all is not lost, even if you can't remember how the poems were written you know how you feel about the different topics that have come to your mind. When you think of them again they will be there and they will have grown like a seed in sleep waiting to bloom. What makes magic are not the words that fill the pages but the heart of the one who fills them. Your poems, your words, they are a part of you and always will be. No one can take that away. So in a manner of speaking, you never lost anything, everything is just still waiting inside of you, waiting to be put on paper (though I advise making tons of copies for those just in case moments,) and I am certain that those old ghosts will find life and light again. Keep writing, when you least expect it, they will find their way, and whilst you find the old thoughts coming through again you will likely breath life into new thoughts as well. Don't give up!

[alf]

Wow!! How true is this!!! I have a graveyard of ghosts that have no home!!! Love this!!! alf

[sinNsincerity]

Thank you Alf! =D

[Elisa]

I love the smooth meter that this piece has. I can definitely relate to the idea of the ghosts of all my unwritten poetry. Nice job

[sinNsincerity]

Yep, there are days when so much is running through my mind, but I just feel so drained to write, so I just leave them alone.
Thank you Elisa!