Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.1: Soul In Fraction

my story, my conflict, simply... the rhymes in my head! this certain part is not recent, but this series, along aside to An "Urgent Night-Mare", both are on-going and still undone.

[Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.1: Soul In Fraction]

 

for the first time
i wonder at this heart
what's this fear?
what the hell is it doing here?
how come it still hurts?
after some over a year?
to have put it all on the line
for the sake of calming my mind
knowing for real, that you were mine
but now, no longer!
yesterday i was feeling much stronger
as i was feeling the strings of a Spanish guitar
as it screamed
so softly, across my mind
when there is nothing left for me to find
never mind the darkness
still, i can't find my way
to have seen what came in my dream
what death leaps
to take me away
i asked a question...
what is there to stay
a reason to help me sway
with the branches of this ancient tree
we call life


well... i found it today
to think how will it be
if i'm to go away
and for the first time
fear, i see it clear
if only redemption should come
break my life to pieces
and fly away
only to take me along it's shoulders
along the darkness
not to leave
but to stay
yet, what i fear
is what i hear
that when it appears for long again
to shed more tears
and until that day arrives
lays a broken soul
that still it cries
upon the leaving, ending lives
seeing the sun
still it shines
and with its disappearance
my soul breaks away
for in the darkened shadow
shall it not stay
and for what its worth
at last
i say good bye

by: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

 

Author's Note

the main idea of this series, is to state my story in a poetic journal/diary, describing my quest and journey towards what i assume to be "my truth"... this poetic series is a statement of what has been going in my head and my soul... personifying the eternal struggle between passion and reason, me and myself, and all the pain, confusion, and emotions i have felt, added to the numerous events' listing in passing glimpses regarding tragedies or incidents that have occurred and effected me within the duration of my life.

Reviews

[Satchmo's Gal]

It's odd that I stumbled upon this... Recently my life has seemed as surreal as one of the poems I write. Distant like I'm recording my findings from a distance. Maybe I am. But these reminded me of my observations, only coated with wisedom and creativity that I will never have. I loved this, truely I did.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I love your author's note..
The poem is wonderful.. it feels sad to me but i like it .. admired both of the poem i read.
nice writing and thought provoking poetry.

Chloe
xoxo