Unseen

Foggy

Unseen

Don’t know where to begin.
See when I began holding this pen.
I knew everything to say.
I knew everything to write.

Now the thoughts are tangled.
They are coming from every angle.
I need them linear now.
I need to let them spill out.

While they are fresh. Ripe.
Passionate. Sweet. Good enough to eat.
This is food for thought.
Your plate is filled. Filet and grilled.

A million questions that I have for the world.
All from the heart. It’s why it’s so heavy.
My heart is in the dark. The darkness is scary. My heart is blind to my thoughts.

My mind is blind from warmth. My brain only thinks of pain. My pain only thinks of hate. My hate does not think. My hate reacts off instinct. Animal ways that us men have taken to. Slaves to the world, slaves to the female. They want my mind, they want my soul, they want my heart.

Too bad for them, these are things they can’t take. These are things in my DNA. These are dreams that can’t shake even with a million earthquakes. Reality has seen it happen. It will happen again. Let my blood rise through my pen. Let my blood rise through my kin. Let my blood rise through my soul.

1 month ago, the mirrors stare never seemed so cold… Now it’s just froze..

Reviews

[Hailey Shay]

Writing this must have been an emotional experience for you when it comes to the expression of poetry because I was touched. I love the way you described writing as if food that needed to be eaten right away while it was ripe. When words are fresh they are the best I do agree. Well good job, nice work keep it up.

[Veeran Black]

Thank you Hailey. This one actually did mean a lot. Its frustrating losing a thought without writing it down.

[Raymond Federle]

"1 month ago, the mirrors stare never seemed so cold… Now it’s just froze.." Fantastic! luv this line! :)

[Laminators Dubai]

''This is food for thought.
Your plate is filled. Filet and grilled.''
a bit of sarcasm and a lot of awesomeness. nice meal. thanks for writing.

[Veeran Black]

Thanks for reading.