Feelings

A poem of confusion. Just go with it.

 

That feeling we feel

that sometimes seems unreal

but it's there.

 

That feeling of alive

we sometimes try to hide

but it's there.

 

That feeling of scared,

wishing someone cared,

but they don't.

 

That feeling to fight,

to do something right,

but we won't.

 

That feeling of struggle,

as our world's being juggled

and won't stop.

 

That feeling of hate,

we want to go away

but it doesn't.

 

That feeling of wrong

thats been there too long

and it stays.

 

That feeling of life

just passing us by

and won't stop.

 

It's real.

 

Can't help how we feel.

 

Like trying to grab ahold of a lubricated wheel.

 

It's real.

 

It's real.

 

May as well embrace it,

though we hate to face it,

it's there.

 

May as well stop and stare,

look,

it's there.

 

May as well dwell,

Condemn ourselves to hell,

and laugh.

 

Because while we fret,

and let ourselves regret,

it's there.

 

So laugh.

 

It's real.

 

It's real.

 

And as soon as we try

to accept it for life,

it's gone.

 

So wrong.

 

It's gone.

 

That feeling of gone,

leaving us to long,

for that feeling that wouldn't go away.

 

Now the only thing remains,

what makes us insane,

wishing that feeling would stay.

Reviews

[Travis Lawrence]

I see both clarity and confusion within this, but they are all moments of revalation.

"Like trying to grab ahold of a lubricated wheel."

Great similie for a couple of reasons, first it gives the actual sense of trying to hold a lubricated wheel, but also the sense that we are not in control of whatever the wheel drives.

Again, just keep writing, you've got everything you need inside, and with every poem you will get better and better.

-Travis

[L.G. Knight]

While not one of my favorites of your pieces this one deffinatly grows on you after a read or two and it has truth in there. I think the only thing that made me not really like it so much was the repetition just too many times of saying the same thing.... Really really awesome beginning like truly amazing but when it went off form and into kind of a freestyle it just seemed to repeat itself alot.... Really alot of potential to be an awesome poem just needs some editing...=) Other than the repetition I loved it =)

~Frances~

P.S. The begiining =
That feeling we feel

that sometimes seems unreal

but it's there.



That feeling of alive

we sometimes try to hide

but it's there.



That feeling of scared,

wishing someone cared,

but they don't.



That feeling to fight,

to do something right,

but we won't.



That feeling of struggle,

as our world's being juggled

and won't stop.



That feeling of hate,

we want to go away

but it doesn't.



That feeling of wrong

thats been there too long

and it stays.



That feeling of life

just passing us by

and won't stop.



It's real.



Can't help how we feel."

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