A little depressing sorry, but we cant always be happy, or can we? ok pass me the white powder lol
The strong winds rip into naked flesh I feel alive as she caresses like the fingers of a lover exploring everywhere
Sea spray over skin stings yet excites senses I thought long dead breath catches fragrance of long ago dispatches letters you wrote cast into this whirlwind of forgotten desires
Feel the wind, hear it's call its haunting song is it now calling me? sand beneath feet run it says to me, into the cold blue sea
Naked I swim salt over skin wind driving me, calling me tears mingle with the salty deep electrolights weep as I dive into oceans waves
Good question before the poem, I would think not seeing is how happy is a contextual feeling. One can be happy getting off of death row and just serving a life sentence I suppose knowing that tomorrow you are not going to die. And I think thats a good point to make because when we put alot of our problems up against other problems we see in the world, we might feel a little silly wanting to end it all. But I think some of us are built without the ability to see a bigger picture and the sides of the cage hold us in, even though the door to the cage is unlocked. Great writing...gets me thinking.
when you are stripped back to nakedness...you sometimes see yourself for the first time..not always what you want to see..the white powder wont help..for long :)
well, I guess I know why you say sorry, but thats no need to say it, I think the ending is so interesting! Is not that I like death, but i like the twist you had made! The imagery in your poem is also outstanding, great job!
i don't know why you are apologizing....the write didn't feel sad just real - great imagery - shocking ending but it kept me hooked and wondering - maybe because i was expecting something sad :)
This had some very vivid descriptions in it and I think it really makes the poem very readable and enjoyable. You had great imagery and it really helped your writing. Good job.
This is different than the other poems i have read of yours.
It is romantic and sensual .. it has such a sad ending.
Wind can be so cold...love can be so hot only to turn cold.
I find i favor these two simple lines for some reason:
'letters you wrote
cast into this whirlwind of forgotten desires'
Dont worry if the sparrow chirps today,
Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing
Judge me if you will, not on the words of another who may have their own agenda, but as YOU find me, as YOU .. more..