I am a drunkard of emotions,
swirling around in circles,
expected to cry words of wisdom
while I cling to the edges of conscious,
.
I am a prophet of pious proportions,
thunder crackles up in my head,
neurons against neurons playing
the song of my insanity,
.
I am born to hurt myself,
and mend all the bones I crack
by the absurdity of my notions,
applying salt to my wounds,
.
I am a sleepy monk of silence,
in meditation of my thoughts,
vain, egotistic, self-possessed,
clinging to the edges of self,
.
I am a coward of carcass speech,
playing trumps with the world,
tying the noose of binds,
across my saggy throat,
.
I am the one you sneer at,
the one who is strange, queer,
because I have embraced myself,
destining myself to a life of bane
.
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2. Poetry Jam
This is not a personal piece. Thank you.
HA, that certainly is a howl. You should work on that. Tighten it up. A poem written about boredom not that yours is I’m using this as an example, should not in itself be boring. Show how you feel. >KB
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HA – I enjoyed this, you have delved deep into your emotions here and I found it very moving.
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A coward of a carcass speech .. love that
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Nice… I especially like the first 2 stanzas.
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…i am born to hurt myself — now that’s a painful truth. how we grant ourselves with sorrows & pains we know we don’t deserve.
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I liked the soothing yet hurried voice of the latest poem on your site. The croaking frog has such a surreal imagery… leaving a trace on your mind. So very well-written.
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wow quite powerful piece…all for embracing themselves they are in torment….made me think of a conversation i had the other day with another pet on a friend fo their who was homosexual and the paint ehy had to go through just for being themselves….
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This is quite a portrait, each stanza adding more depth to the picture. I especially like the first stanza, the words ‘prophet of pious proportions’ and ‘a sleepy monk of silence’ in the following verses!
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I enjoyed reading this piece! Nicely done!
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An interesting journey into self hood ~ Thanks for sharing ~
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A moving piece of writing, HA. It is nice to see you at the whirl. Happy Sunday to you.
Pamela
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Very powerful introspection HA! I liked the imagery. “I am a drunkard of emotions, / swirling around in circles” and “I am a sleepy monk of silence, / in meditation of my thoughts,” are beautiful lines.
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Powerful poem! Well written…holds my interest thru-out. Great job with the words.
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This is really well-written, the choice and placement of words shows it. Really powerful, vivid and thought-provoking. Loved it.
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This is such a beautiful deeply personal write. Possibly the best I’ve read of yours. Really nice.
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I especially like “the sleepy monk of silence.” Very cool write. Loved it.
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p.s,. the image is really intriguing, as well. Photo-shopped? Stunning.
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A very introspective piece, so personal and soul-searching. Thank you for visiting my blog 🙂
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I would hate to think that my writing painted a clear picture of myself, it is but a game. More likely writing will trigger an emotion with the reader that will impress. And so it is with this piece and reading it I might feel envious that I had not written the words!
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Excellent use of vocabulary. I certainly felt the intercalation of the words and emotions.
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Powerful stuff and beautifully done. I feel sad for him.
Anna :o]
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“I am a coward of carcass speech…”
Bravo!
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