Empty

like a bottle

with no trace

of chipping.

Floating

in the

ocean,

aimless--

drifting

n o

w

h

e

r

e

.

If I would have words to say

about the things I should've said,

it would be that there really was

no other way

than to be free, alone, and defenseless--

When you are left with nothing

you start to see the things

that were there way before you started.

It is a whimsical feeling.

Rising from the embers,

you take deep breaths.

You are without company yet still,

you smile carelessly now.

Why does it feel like

you have all you need?

#poem #thoughts #free #life

Swallowing your gut,

You quietly stand up,

Though trembling, your sore legs,

Refuse to sit on this spot.

Feeling impassive and

Slightly fidgety,

Your heart begins to hurt,

And yet despite your calm facade

You felt emotions--

Way worse than when you said 'hello',

Or when you told the air 'goodbye'

Expecting to hear it whisper back,

But the air could be

as silent as the night

Or as the scorching sun,

And only bitter cold

Or ever raging heat

Could slap you in the face--

Or maybe nothingness--

To say, there were no traces left

Of you and the wall that formed--

But that too seems folly.

And there can only be

Blight wisdom in ambiguity.

What is wit

Without grit?

What is fame

Without aim?

What counts a journey

When there is no journeying at all?

What is something,

What is anything,

What is everything

Without substance or use?

What is nothing?

Does it count at all?

The rain falls heavily on my doorway

The sounds reverberate the frame

It pricks countlessly against the cold roof

And refuses to stop until it finds a way in.

My house, a quiet shelter,

Has walls not made of wood

It proves to be impenetrable

Against storms and rains that brew.

But sometimes when it rains too hard

It floods and it becomes too cold,

And when the water lets itself in--

I stammer but refuse to go.

Persistent nudges on your gut

Like nails clawing on your heart

Like whispers that condemn inside your head-

Like words that do not go

Like tears that dare flow

Like stares that pierce your soul

Like hands-

On your neck

Gripping the exhilarating rope-

Your self hatred never shows

But clings to you wherever you go

Inside, where no one's allowed to go-

Inside, where its roots grow-

There, it lays its home.

I love you with all my heart

When you look so fondly at beauty.

When your voice muses silently,

That the air around you stops to breathe.

I love you with all my heart

When you place your heart on your hand

and fiddle music with words

composing a hymn in your tale.

I love you with all my heart

When you, in somber clarity,

look at the stars and skies above,

and talk to them in listless flight.

I love you with all my heart

When you stop to look around

To see if there is any l o v e,

you could ever give, with what you have.

I know you will grow to be

ever more soft, with ever-growing wit,

and yet still remain to be

As a child, full of love, full of gleam--

And It is why you are

so dear to me.

And to our friendship, eternally.

You seem to not see

The light in your eyes

How the air caresses you

And the leaves crinkle at your bay.

You seem to be naive

When your presence permeates

And the eyes that look coldly

Suddenly forget 'to-look-the-other-way'.

And yet you are

So sharp to notice

The flaws inside your skin

That you let crawl up on your sleeves.

But time is merciful,

And is patient,and silent,

It does not intend to tell

But gives you an hour-long gaze.

The clown frustratingly sighed and said,

"Its not like I expect you to bear with my show,

My thoughts and methods are mine to use

They only seem special in my parade

So the best thing you can do

Is watch and neigh."

Ofcourse, as always though,

There are lines on his face.