Misfit, I am

Misfit, I am

in this land where rules

must be abided by, or one

will collapse, become a sore

thumb, amongst the grey pallet

of this world in which

we have been flung in, by forces

unknown to us mortal men.

 

Hungry eyes, a thirst,

scorched throat, asking

for more than water, a hunger,

ineffable to describe, and

the desire to quench it,

unknown.

 

Misfit, I am,

hunting through all seven heavens,

seven seas, seven continents, for

that luminous, blinding liquid

to seal the pleas of my soul.

 

But my mortal ears have become

too deafened by mortal judgments,

to understand the universal

language of the souls, and so

ignorant I have become

to what I desire, long for most.

 

Misfit, I have thus become,

breaking the rules whilst hoping,

that golden, glimmering cup, of whatever nature,

will reveal itself to me, as each law shatters,

as I attempt to retreat from this trivial, fictional world

of the living.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Your work has left me with the feeling that this may be some battered knight. Endless strikes to the sword, spear and shield. But the steel is worn, and the hunger is long gone.


Nice in a very eye opening work.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you for your lovely review. It's spectacular how every reader attains different imagery in their mind's eye when they read poetry. :)

[MOON]

Good write well expressed conformity stifles!

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you! And yes, conformity sure inhibits one. :)

[Astro]

If one world exists then I can be destroyed. If you leave the world of the living(fictional or otherwise) would you also cease to exist, for she is a sad navigator who cannot find herself, nor blinding liquids, nor languages to bless a golden cup. This piece has a beautiful yearning through it's pleading descriptions.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you astro for the wonderful review. Yes, whilst writing this I was hungry for answers I've yet to know. I'm still searching for them. One day they will be found... or not. Nonetheless, I know I will be on the journey to attain them for the rest of my mortal life.

[Astro]

May your journey offer you light in darkness and the appreciation that comes from having an open mind.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you Astro, and most touched. :)

[Richard]

Veddy veddy lovely and poignant stuff

Richie

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you!

[FJ Davis]

In a world of misfits, are there no conformists--or are all conformists?
Don't really know why I asked that, Aisha; just the sort of thing that sometimes--often, quite inconveniently--occurs to me.
Yesterday, I spent hours trying to figure out if water can be diluted.
In any event, "Misfit, I am" strikes me as very fine work.
Thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem.

[Aisha Mnd]

Interesting query. Is this question rhetorical? If not, then I believe conformism wouldn't exist in a world of misfits. There would be no society to conform to. Of course, this world I have in mind is of anarchy.

Can water be diluted? It depends on the type of water. Contrary to popular belief, water in its purest form is hard to come by. Therefore, yes, it can be diluted, I believe, but very marginally.

I'm glad you enjoyed reading this piece. Thank you very much for leaving your thoughts regarding this poem.

- Aisha

[Aisha Mnd]

P.S - I am no scientist. Thus, I am not sure if water can be - really - diluted.

[Chris]

The perceptions that define us to others seldom define us to ourselves

[Aisha Mnd]

Wise words. I'll be keeping this quote in a documentary where I save every quote I've found intriguing.

Thank you for leaving a review, Chris.

- Aisha

[Chris]

You're hard on yourself... which isn't necessarily wrong but isn't it mean enough without adding to it?

[Aisha Mnd]

I don't believe I'm hard on myself. Life is hard.

[Chris]

Perceptions... chuckling here

[Aisha Mnd]

You're quite witty!

[Chris]

You're biased... but appreciated

[Aisha Mnd]

Should I take that as a compliment? Thank you, regardless.

[Chris]

I don't comliment...tease occassionally, and dont take myself too seriously (a fair sense of the ridiculous). You're welcome and regarded.

[Chris]

pardon the fumbly-fingers... compliment was what the mind typed and the fingers didn't keep up.

[Aisha Mnd]

Sorry for the late response! I can't believe 6 days flew by since. Anyhow, I don't take myself too seriously either. Ah really, life is a blank canvas soon to be demolished, and I like flinging random paints at it.

[Chris]

artistry in motion...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i don't think it is ignorant to break the rules...when they are too confining and they try to make us be someone other than who we are...

i feel the words breaking free in this piece...nice stuff.

[Aisha Mnd]

Exactly my thoughts! I too don't think it's ignorant to break the rules, but I believe this aforementioned notion is quite evident throughout my poem.

And thank you for the warm words regarding this piece!

- AIsha

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, and i was agreeing with that notion that you made evident with your really well conceived words.

jacob

[Rachel Anderson]

This is beautifully written. Well done. :)

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you! I'm glad you think it's beautiful. And thank you for the friend request! Very much appreciated.

- Aisha

[zainul]

Very eloquent piece.
Enjoyed reading.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed reading this piece. And thank you for the friend request!
read moreThank you! I'm glad you enjoyed reading this piece. And thank you for the friend request!

- Aisha

[zainul]

You are most welcome :)