Untitled Rambling
So here I go again, looking for a reason to rhyme, Placing measures in rhythm, time after endless time. My brain keeps moving, why won’t it allow a break? Just won’t let me rest, whatever happened to give and take? Is there anything left to say, penning yet another thought? If souls are for sale, tell me, what is this thing I had bought? Bouncing from emotions, to and fro, the thing that I should let you know, Is I am subject to change at a moment’s notice, who knows how this will go? Smiling and laughing, socializing at will, sharing a warm embrace, Frowning and cursing, clenching my fist, contortions distort my face. Nothing ever lasts very long, emotions are as shallow as I do feel, I’m sitting in on the biggest poker game, but it’s never my turn to deal. So what is the deal, with this life we live, seems to be a cruel sort of joke, Everything was going fine, happiness did abound, but alas, then I awoke. From a dream, or was it a nightmare, is there a difference between the two? It starts to make sense to me, then it’s gone, I almost thought I really knew.
Tags: sad, depressing, pain,
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Nice ramble. Michael, you have an impressive way with words and ideas, but you seem to be on an emotional roller coaster through life. Keep on writing with form, rhyme, rhythm and art; it is so much easier and pleasing to the mind than the unstructured form that so often appears here.
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Thanks for the feedback Geoffrey. Sometimes the emotional roller coaster appearance is magnified when things are not in chronological order (this poem was overlooked so I uploaded it; originally written in February 2016).....things are getting better these days. I also agree with the formatting; sometimes I take much more time when writing which shows better merit with the finished product. This was an unedited quick rambling one sleepless night.
Geoffrey Brewer
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I meant this as a positive acknowledgement of the form and art of your writing including this poem. Glad to hear that you are in a happier state of mind now. Best wishes
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No worries. I understood it to be positive and constructive feedback which is well received. thanks again
Annie Kirby
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Raindrops continue to fall, on this empty heart, and I am simply alone, reciting my bitter poems.
Dreams start out sweet but as the night goes on they get darker and strange until you are screaming to get out. Awake, alone in the night, waiting patiently for the sun. This is when you write your best poetry, so there is a upside to nightmares, your amazing rant for one.
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Thanks Annie. It does seem creativity is sparked when emotions are disturbed. Perhaps there is a connection to the wee hours of midnight through early morning when this creativity is more prevalent than during the wide awake hours of the day? I am very glad to have stumbled across Pondrin.com, a place where kindred souls can share their feelings with each other.
