Be All

Contemplative.

When did it all begin
This touch of life in skin
The breath that escapes lips
And eyes that ache with sin
Why did we come to see
Minds exaggerating constantly
They say from the nothing
We came to be
So why are we here
With nothing but lust and fear
Trapped behind these walls we hear
And into the reality we peer
Broken pieces of lives we waste
A race to the end we haste
Like smoke in the wind we're gone
No lasting impression for God
Be all, so we can let go
Be all and let go of hope

Author's Note

Sometimes when I gaze out I lose myself inside.

Reviews

[Lost, n'MT]

I give up on trying to rank your work, this is one of your best, and I am not sure how many times I've thought and said that as I've read through the majority of your pieces tonight. I am glad this is therapeutic for you, but you're simply an amazing writer and have written some of the more compelling and powerful poetry I have ever read. I hope you realize the gift that you possess, and I am so glad you decided to pursue it and keep it up. Even though I haven't finished reading all of your pieces, I would love it if you had old writings that you wished to share that you haven't posted. I am beyond intrigued from how good your writings could have been in the past. The one from four years you had found and shared was truly breathtaking. This piece is no exception, wonderful!

[LapseOfMind]

I am glad that you enjoy this one. I was kind of out of it when I wrote it. I truly appreciate the kind words, I often question if I have any writing skill/talent at all. I used to want to be an author lol I'll dig through my old notebooks and see if I can find my old stuff. A lot of it just hip hop raps that I came up with. Most aren't really...appropriate...for this site lol

[Lost, n'MT]

Even though I can relate to questioning yourself, I am still surprised to hear that you're genuinely uncertain about your writing skill and talent. Empathic eyes can see the beauty in your writings, and I am glad that I am not alone from other comments I read even though I think this deserves to be seen by so many more eyes. Not that you need my or anyone's validation by any means, but I truly believe more people would share similar thoughts and opinions to what I am expressing have more people truly taken the time read, appreciate, and experience from writings (particularly from first poem posted to the last). My intentions are not to boost your ego or confidence, but I really felt you had to be aware in the case you didn't realize how talented you truly were. I suspected you wouldn't full see it (as it's difficult to view ourselves from an unbiased perspective), but I am still surprised that you still whether you have any skill or talent "at all". I don't think that's in question to be honest. I think it comes down to just how good which is obviously subjective, but in terms of quantity (which is saying a lot considering your poems are relatively short, but yours have been some of the most powerful pieces I have read). No filler, nothing feels forced, and the emotion you convey is as great (perhaps even greater) than the brilliant writing style you possess which initially drew me in to reading the first piece I read and continuing to read on. I wonder if you questioning yourself helps contribute to making your pieces that much better. Whatever the case, please keep it up. The fact that you have potentially have old notebooks that you haven't posted is both exciting and again very stunning. Please share them if you're comfortable and desire to. And please don't feel self conscious if you don't feel it does not live up to your later writings (already that one older piece was one of my favorites), I am intrigued to see the beginnings or makings of what lead to the poems you've created and shared on here. Not to mention, there could be some really great stuff in those notebooks that you probably had forgotten you had even written (I unfortunately lost a lot of my old books and some of my favorite pieces when this website crashed around 6-8 years ago or so, and I had no back-up copies). I'd recommend saving backing up your work on here just in case this website were to crash again. And it's funny that you mention that because rap lyrics is how I had started writing and gotten into poetry myself. Hope you're able to find the old notebooks and feel comfortable in sharing. The possibility of what's in there that hasn't been shared to anyone else is truly incredible to think about.

[LapseOfMind]

Wow, I really appreciate all that you said! I'd put more into this comment but I just got a text that knocked the wind out of me I need to go deal with that but wanted to respond to this first

[Lost, n'MT]

It's all good. Feel free to respond, reach out, or anything any time or any day at your convenience. Like I said in the last comment before this, no need to feel obligated to respond to everything, but I just felt the need to share how I reacted and truly felt. I also had a feeling you would have no idea, so I felt I owed to it share and express, especially considering you took the time to share all of these with everybody on here. Thank you for that and each response.

[I am that I am]

I say we are here to ask questions such as these in this poem; and to find their answers. I really enjoyed this one, LapseofMind.

[LapseOfMind]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you!

[J3ssInJupit3r]

I just need to know, are you actually famous and just to humble to admit it? Your poetry, the words that you string together give me goosebumps and such inspiration that my mind feels like white waves crashing into each other.
"When did it all begin
This touch of life in skin
The breath that escapes lips
And eyes that ache with sin"
I loved these lines specifically, "this touch of life in skin" made me think of birth.
Yet another Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. Please continue!

[LapseOfMind]

Lol no, I'm not famous or an accomplished writer or anything. I've been writing poetry as a form of personal therapy since I was a kid and got a few published in some poetry compilations. I used to write lyrics and do freestyle hip hop. I'm in love with words and rhythm and it doesn't take but a minute or two for me to start flowing words out. Often times when I write, it's simply an expression of the emotions I'm feeling. I'm really happy that you enjoy my work I appreciate you taking the tin to read, review and all the nice things you say. It makes it worth it posting them

[BL]

Nice individual lines and great overall meaning, I particularly like 'Like smoke in the wind we're gone
No lasting impression for God'

[LapseOfMind]

Awesome, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading and leaving a comment

[Voidwvlf]

Damn. I have to say, I *love* religious overtones in work, despite not being religious myself. There's something ethereal and filled with gravitas when the implications of spirituality are invoked.

In particular, my favourite lines are "The breath that escapes lips And eyes that ache with sin" because it reveals such a powerful image of longing and consuming desire.

I also really enjoyed "Be all and let go of hope". I got such a feeling of freedom from it, but not a happy freedom. More like an emotionless, ascended freedom, if that makes sense.

TL;DR, I really love this poem. I'm sure I'll be coming back to read it more than a few times.

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you, I'm happy that you enjoyed it! I'm not particularly religious either, just searching I guess. Thank you for reading and leaving a review

[ObZen]

This writing is evident of a person where humankind's nature and superficial desires do not have the same grasp on you as it does most. I can relate, and assume that the life we lead here is a practice of coping with thr the contentment seek but rarely find. My life's path has lead me to some insight and knowledge I never sought out to find. In turn, I have come to believe people like yourself and ones who feel your writing resonate with them in a matter only few things can serve a purpose to help each other wwho are in a spiritual limbo and reassure eachother that the "void" in life we feel is not something to be filled, but to be opened and learn from. We hold the answers to all insecurity. True Wisdom seems silent when sharedx, hence your lack of pride for remarkable expression through words. I hope this isn't inappropriate to suggest but I would find it enjoyable tobbuild a relationship built on exchanging thoughts and experiemces on occasion. Your energy really awakens something in me that isn't easily described.

[LapseOfMind]

Well, I'm at a loss for words. I have received both strong praise and insight from so many people and here you go, adding to it. I never really thought that anything is write would actually affect anyone. I write to let out what's inside, unimpeded expression if you will. I'm glad that this was able to resonate with you and I would happily engage in conversation with you, exchanging thoughts and ideas. Shoot me a message and we can start that up. Sorry if my words seem a bit lacking but I'm on the verge of a nap and am mentally exhausted