Is it alright? To not know where you are? In or out of sight? Dim or very bright?
Only walls to justify Why we yearn for stars And angry flesh-colored scars
Is it alright for you? To hear your mind pout When it hasn't a clue What it babbles about?
They say what you are Is who you are And who you are is not null If everyone were perfect and similar Life would be quiet dull
Yet why do my eyes Itch and hurt From watching Flocks and swarms Of copies and twins All identical in unfriendliness
I had let my guard down And now I stand defenseless
I had allowed you to see my frown And now they are endless Possibilities, I meant
A coward, a weakling, a clown Roots chipped and bent
Go ahead, and assume I would no longer fret But know that however I am named I am not yet but soon To be the marionette Threads 'round your fingers Lips solid red And heart-shaped Eyes black tragedian Slowly swaying To your accordion...
Sometimes it hard to deal with our emotion especially when the answer are scatter all around in different direction they say clowns laugh and smile to keep what hurts inside, but I feel we must released it with a positive out look.. I think you’ve done a great job in putting this write together.
I'm glad you're writing habit's active; trying to let out all what's bothering you on a white page. I try to draw when I have such emotions strangling me (doesn't work all the time). Keep in mind: It's only a matter of time till it fades away, there will always be a bright side to look at.
Fourth stanza is my favorite. Even though this poem is emotional, it's also insightful. Nice job.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
Really? I'm glad you liked it. I was going through a mental turmoil when I wrote this. We all feel l.. read moreReally? I'm glad you liked it. I was going through a mental turmoil when I wrote this. We all feel lost and unidentified at times. I hope the message soaked in. Cheers.
God, i am so sorry you are hurting so much. I feel your agony here!!! Your poem is heartfelt. I think it's alright to feel like this.. i love your metaphor too. Clowns are supposed to be happy but many know deep down they are sad. They make people laugh to liven the mood. This poem screams at me in a way i can really relate! Beautiful... the pain is what I can reach out to you... it's so hurtful...
Oh!! This is such a strong scream at a betrayed trust!!
Stanza after stanza you say so much.
I hope after writing this, things have cleared up for you.
Don't let those "a*s-umers" and "judge-mentals" get to you..As you so cleverly question in your stanza
"Is it alright for you?/ To hear your mind pout/ When it hasn't a clue/ What it babbles about? "
Sometimes it hard to deal with our emotion especially when the answer are scatter all around in different direction they say clowns laugh and smile to keep what hurts inside, but I feel we must released it with a positive out look.. I think you’ve done a great job in putting this write together.
"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms."
~Muriel Rukeyser
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