Writingpoetry

[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

dotsdots
nav
  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav



    nav
  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav



    << | >>
    poetry


    dots Submission Name: It is, just isdots
    --------------------------------------------------------





    Author: taintedsmiles
    Elite Ratio:    3.8 - 64/90/75
    Words: 204
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 737
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 1440



    Description:
       I guess this would be my way of explaining how lonely emptyness feels. But i also talk about the happy lightthat glows from whatever makes you happy but how it also makes you feel like running away to keep yourself from messing it all up and keep yourself from hurting anybody else.....it's complicated.


    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsIt is, just isdots
    -------------------------------------------


    Still tornados.
    Cold nor warm,
    hot nor cool.
    This silence to touch:
    a ripple less pool...

    It is, just is.
    For I just am.
    This pile of nothing:
    stitched to my shirt.
    It is, just is,
    as I am.

    I slump, I sit,
    I stand and stare.
    I am just, is,
    if I was their,
    "something".

    I split the pool:
    two to two.
    Slip the frame.
    It is what's new:
    breaking down

    See me, see I,
    a wall of glass.
    Do they see it,
    as is, is that?

    My eyes so soak.
    Skin sins too.
    Past invades,
    thoughts I knew:
    twisted,
    this ripple less pool.

    It is alone.
    Word such is mine.
    This one it tears,
    diggs inside.
    So sleepless nothing,
    I there long.
    So up, so down,
    be strong...

    Light is dim.
    So glow this dark.
    Find it's path.
    Labrynth: I start.
    She is warm.

    Feel me, feelt it.
    The time first is best.
    This pool spills out:
    see now all the mess.
    Running (consumed).
    What is, as it was...

    I am what is,
    If it were there.
    A ripple less pool:
    Touchless felt,
    I am air.
    As silence is still,
    as a stare.




    Submitted on 2009-06-19 02:05:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!




    ||| Comments |||
      I chose that rotating yinyang logo too .... for a different reason I think. You make this kind of verse better than the kind you are making later ... or anyway, I get more out of it!
    | Posted on 2013-03-17 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      "skin sins too"

    "this pile of nothing stitched to my shirt" wow on that line...

    many good lines here...perhaps this could be shortened a bit to give it more impact...but you sure come up with some nice turns of a phrase!
    | Posted on 2011-03-21 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      Far too long but otherwise shows promise in parts.
    | Posted on 2009-06-19 00:00:00 | by Raphael | [ Reply to This ]


    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?



    175683

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


    Google
     


    poetry

    dotsLogindots

    User Name:

    Password:

    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]


    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems
    Posted

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]



    FontSize:
    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]
     Poetry