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Emotions Flood My Soul

Author: Soul-Hugger
ASL Info:    33/F/Canada
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Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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I wrote this poem in the fall of 1996. As I sat writing, every hair on my arms and the back of my neck was standing on end because I felt so strongly that I had finally got a glimpse of, and tapped into, something I had not had words for before this night. I was 17....

Emotions Flood My Soul

In my mind, the winding trails
are spinning, as I ride the rails,
emotions flood my soul.
Onward through each day I tread,
try to hold on, and just hold up my head,
when emotions flood my soul.
On the edge of a perfect realization,
there is something I cannot grasp;
the many thoughts I'd love to share
that cannot be expressed.
I long to understand
the things that make life hard to handle,
when emotions flood my soul,
overflowing through me
in the most unusual ways.
Sometimes I'm not sure what to feel,
don't know exactly what is real.
So many thoughts hide behind words,
and others fail to rhyme.
I know exactly what I'm talking about...
but can't quite say
in just the right way
before it slips away,
like a dream, lost in night's day.

Submitted on 2006-11-19 11:08:55     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I have to wonder what you now, at 31, think and feel when you read back on something you wrote at the tender age of 17. Is there a fondness for the person you were and what you were trying to express? Is she a stranger, her thoughts and problems so distant you cannot easily recall them? When I look back at some of the poetry I wrote when I was younger, I mostly think 'What the f*ck was wrong with me?'. I'm sad to say that a lot of my work was emo-ish in character and generally generic. I'm tempted to show you an example, but I have a reputation to uphold on here... Ah sod it.

"There’s nothing left to give,
I settle into insanity.
Pull the blackness around myself
A cocoon of mortality.
Drowning in lonliness, emptiness pervades.
Nothing left.
All gone.
I need to be saved.

How terrible is that? The angst of youth in all its glory. I'm not showing you this merely to embarrass myself (although I'm sure I've done a fairly good job of that), I am showing you to emphasise the difference in approaches. Your 17 year old self seemed to be wiser in outlook than a lof of teens the same age who can only write of suffering and pain. This is almost epiphany-like in theme, as if you were on the verge of understanding something beyond yourself, something that may have changed you forever. I feel a tad envious of her, too. I've never had that moment where the hairs have stood up on the back of my neck. Never felt like I was writing something so much more than me. I have to wonder if you've ever felt that since, and if so, when.

I just remembered you posed a couple questions in the comment you left on my poem (thank you for that by the way. Most kind of you). I'll be sure to address them as soon as I understand what I wrote myself =P

Thank you for sharing something of your youth. It held an interesting insight and was well worth the read.

- Jimmy
| Posted on 2010-06-12 00:00:00 | by Jacoby | [ Reply to This ]
  "...when emotions flood my soul.
On the edge of a perfect realization,
there is something I cannot grasp;
the many thoughts I'd love to share
that cannot be expressed." I love this line , and the poem too. Emotions are always hard to convey , but we as poets seem to do it in such a way that sometimes it touches others in ways u could never imagine...keep writing
| Posted on 2006-11-22 00:00:00 | by Kasper187 | [ Reply to This ]

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