for late night

long time no see

one who feel happy

for his soul is mortal

strive for dying 

and wait in lost worlds

and worlds are empty

and all the words..

and all is changing

searching for change

finding nothing 

and losing soul

and losing mind

when change finally come

i asked can basket feel,

or know for itself?

can i?

who is i?

or what is i?

Reviews

[joeysick]

Hello! I run an Instagram account that promotes the work of others, I am in love with this piece and was wondering if I’d be able to post it *you will be credited of course*

[isus]

hi, you can use it, send me link

[Aly]

Very good I like the way it is set up the only thing I would change is having the questions flow in the poem

[TL Boehm]

yes that only constant is change isn't it. Well penned

[Ghost of Jupiter]

You my friend amaze me, how you can conjure up words in another language than your own and create images, and provoke such heart searching questions. The title grabbed me on one of my late nights... and I am transported into a different realm, perhaps a dream like state...again...amazing!

[isus]

wow, thats too unbelivable words there, what can i say to them.. again, you are too too kind my dear, but really

[Ghost of Jupiter]

haha but really nothing you are a deep thinker... i like that! Keep it up dragi

[isus]

i'm so shalow i turned deep haha :D

[Ghost of Jupiter]

what? hahaha xD i get it ...but you crack me up Z !!

[isus]

i'm a cracker haha

[Ghost of Jupiter]

OMG bwahahahahaha no no...we have to talk about that one! hahaha hahaha DYING XD

[isus]

hahha :'D i so love you hhaaha

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Son needs to see this one... hahaha he will love it!!! ((hug))

[isus]

indeed haha :D

[Pam]

The wording was a bit misleading, but this poem has great potential. It's like when you see something in front of you, but it's just out of reach.

[Angel]

Cogito ergo sum.
I think....

[Brooke Graco]

Intriguing poem. It has made me think twice and re read it. Feel like I'm a being lost while in the process of changing. Confusion.
That's the words I get out of this poem, is that the feelings behind this poem or does it mean something else?

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Change happens and it may not be our choosing, but it happens anyway.

[Tam Warink]

Ice waits on Saturn, distant from the Sun. Does it think or know itself? Has it empathy or the equivalent of words with which to express: happy, sad, living, dieing, mind, soul, others, self? Does it understand change is constant? Will it wait for the light from our distant future nova sun to reach it and, perhaps, be undone? Can it know when change has come? On distant Saturn ice is waiting.

100 distant sparkling rings

[isus]

good rewiew, thank you for reading im glad you like it :D

[Rita L. Sev]

Searching for change, but staying safely where we are... Intriguing poem, Isus.