Description: I wrote this about a month ago expressing my lack of emotion towards anything and the inability to understand and express the few i have. I was surpized as to how acurately i was able to describe how i felt in side and that is my goal. it helps me figure myself out.
it has been so hard to express my self now-a-days
the rain is falling
the seasons are changing
and my emotions are stalling
I still feel them
but only inside
they become trapped within
like guilt from a sin
but never catagorized
they just blend into a general discontentment
and then fade away
leaving me with a fasod
when i wake to meet the day
i never measure up to the odds
my feelings seem so fake and manufactured
like they originate from some foriegn land
shipped to my head and heart
because of cost and demand
I can't afford to feel
so i bid to the lowest supply
only to awake to a short coming
and own a lie
maybe these vague feelings are real
those i have put away for such a long time
as if they came in disguize
but what are they hiding from?
and why do they hide inside?
instead of filtering though
to become materialized
as a tear, a hug, a geture of love
a kind word instead of a verbal shove
these feelings for sure own me
as i own my sin
but they will never begin to show me
their true origin
even as i write of them
i am unsure of the context
i am still fueled by an indesicive complex
what can i write to set them free?
what can i feel so that i may be
I could go on and on with this ryming pattern
i could verbally duplicate the rings of satern
but to what end?
what would it bring me?
my emotions would still not let me be
no matter how much i beg and plea
when i wake tomorow, there they will be
unidentified and weighing heavily
with no one to understand
nor lend me a hand
to offer more than the efforts of a man
d only emotions dat u mention feeling r those of guilt n discontentment.. obviously u'r goin thru a rough patch.. n diff ppl hav diff ways of copin wid der issues.. even if it all happens on a subconcious level. point is dat its just a phase n all will b gud. don stress over it. d poem was so great dat it made me wanna reach out 2 u n offer u some words of encouragement. u did a gud job. my only issue is dat sumtimes it feels like u'r repeatin d same idea over n over again.
hey. i know exactly what you mean. its like. i can't actually decide how i feel. its really weird. its like..for example i say "yes, i'm in love with you and i want to spend my life with you" but then i a few hours later i'm ready to say "goodbye, i don't really care if you're here or not"...but the thing is...i don't know which one is the truth.
I liked this a lot...i really liked the stucture of this poem...I can relate to the subject of this poem a lot...I've felt this way many a' time... I really liked the stanza... 'my feelings seem so fake and manufactured like they originate from some foriegn land shipped to my head and heart because of cost and demand'
Very good job on this poem my friend...I look forward to reading more...