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I don't go home I set out to be awake in my journey and it takes me... Takes me everywhere, and right here beneath my fingers Every fragment of your skin is a step in the right direction Perdition or salvation, they are but the same Under the lights of the fireflies, and the whispers in the air I don't go home And you tell me of this world, you talk though your lips are bitten Almost sounding perplexed with the ability to make them flee And I know I'm not alone in the deafening void of matter Here where my body and humility collide with the ground And I can feel not one but billions of punching, burning...hearts I don't go home And not the darkest night could extinguish the light cast Upon my secrets laid bare to rest from the defeating silence In which I have withered like a flower without water And a man with no love left to find his calm in the desert storms But now you know me, now you can touch me without touching I don't go home And I would never leave you here afraid that your eyes might empty Staggered with the burden of frightening thoughts that hurt you As they corrode through the walls erected by uninsightful reality But now and then again we are both afraid of the consequential life For there is no life in it after all nor do the stars shine right So I don't go home |
Your various imagery makes me stop and wonder at its originality. While I have difficulty understanding the overall direction, I still like the journey. I have a good feeling when the trip is over although I am certain that I don't understand all that was there. | Posted on 2010-09-20 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] | This reads like the mood of a semi-conscious dream where Home, instead of being a cherished place with happy memories, is instead, haunted by a threat too dreadful to go home to; memories too sad to face. It seems to leave its' principal to seek solace in an uncaring and cold world that is dangerous and loveless! | Your poetry is brilliant, but so complex for a simpleton like me to interpret. I want so to comment, but am dreadfully afraid that I have missed the meaning entirely! | Posted on 2010-09-20 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | |