Empty and Full

just a late night quick writing

To feel full sends me running
in a religious way
Where I am dwelling in skin
in preperation for sin
that I swim in
over and
over again

I'll throw back my lids
in the murky liquids of strife
to observe myself in the reflections.
I get circled
even in the midst of silence


To be empty makes me spastic,
until I run high
like a girl without soul;
In this state I stare to see concaves
that will appear in the geography.
My hands run across the land
like a man with excitement in his veins.

Both extremes are temporary,
and get switched
one for the other
on a regular basis.
I roll the dice all day.

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

Wow, this poem is amazing.
The ending is perfect! Especially the last line~ I can identify so much with this poem, for all the wrong reasons, but it really speaks to me.
It's a very in-depth view at one of the most basic of human functions. You've taken it to the next level, and I love it!

[cest la vie]

Another fine piece of writing.
you are so expressive and leave nothing hanging in the eaves

[Ed Hart]

you do good, my friend...I'll be around...

[celyn]

Your words are so invasive.. like you're reaching into my mind and scratching out my stories, only you're explaining them a thousand times better than I ever could.
You're one of my favourite writers on here.

[The Scanners See Sound]

What I particularly enjoyed about this piece is, frankly, it was just fun to read. I didnt get any forced, supercilious attitude from it, the symbolism was quaint, and it made simply for a fun read.

It's not often I read any poetry that is strictly just enjoyable to read. This is like a warm morning muffin, of prose.