You hide in your shell, Safely in darkness so warm. You leave me in your footprints of frost. Without you my feelings sink under life's storm.
But I get lonely just sitting here Inside this head. Even with all the strange places I can go. Free to explore far away lands That don't have physical forms. The romance of multiple worlds exist, Interconnected under my skin.
We are neither alive nor dead, Sitting here in stillness instead.
Sitting here in a snail shell, We both long to crawl out. Sitting here in a prison cell, I think we forgot what we are about.
I was just watching a film about prison so curiously enough, I can relate to this poem. As you mentioned, time passes and we forget what we are about or what we were doing.
Prison causes a person to think, and perhaps a snail's shell is a snail's best friend or worst enemy to the snail. It all depends upon how they interpret it. :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
That is a very interesting comparison. :) And thank you for your awesome review
I really like this. It's romantic as well as mysterious as you read over it and try to imagine what the author is writing about. Very beautifully written and leaves room for ones own imagination to kind of take over. I feel that many people can relate to this because there is more than one true meaning. I envision a person who is scared, maybe been hurt in the past, hiding from the rest of the world in order to stay safe. Loneliness has become so unbearable that they create a false reality inside their own mind in which to help them cope. The false reality is become more a crutch though than an escape as the author begins to wish for freedom to live again.
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
wow thank you! that is a very thoughtful response that is beautiful itself :)
This is very relatable. For the longest time I was afraid to be around other people because I feared their judgments of me. I'm so glad I was able to shred me shell and realize the only person who's opinion of me should matter is me. Don't forget to live, a great message to spread :)
I enjoyed your poem and the picture along with it. I can relate a lot to this poem. I have social anxiety so I cannot express myself the way I wish a lot. So I fill trapped inside the prison of my body. Though my imagination is vivid and I can just write myself into any situation I please, sometimes I loose sight of reality because of it. Since I sometimes become very detached from reality I'm half living and half dead, in a metaphorical sense anyhow. I took the 'your my' shell as feeling as if someone else was inside of you as well, sort as if the 'your' was the one moving the shell. I don't know if the 'your my' was an accident but I enjoyed interpreting it. Keep up the good work!
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Interesting to know, and I'm glad it was relatable
Time goes by some days and "we forgot what we are about" ,we are here ,searching,†hinking,feeling; I can relate to this moments,questioning.......lovely write.
I was just watching a film about prison so curiously enough, I can relate to this poem. As you mentioned, time passes and we forget what we are about or what we were doing.
Prison causes a person to think, and perhaps a snail's shell is a snail's best friend or worst enemy to the snail. It all depends upon how they interpret it. :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
9 Years Ago
That is a very interesting comparison. :) And thank you for your awesome review
I got a strong impression of dreams from this write. Locked in our dreams. The first sentence seems off, if you wrote it like that on purpose then so be it.