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It Makes Me Cry
The music in my soul
That accompanies my poems
Forever silent beyond the cage surrounding me
My physical form is a prisn of silent bars
That shutter the keys on my piano
and nothing I do will let the song of me sing out
The sadness is unbearable sometimes
It makes me cry that they sing to no one
and when I am forgotten
my poetry will tell nothing of who I was
My books standing quietly on a bookshelf
Unopened to the eyes of lovers of verse
I am nothing, a shadow of a man
I am a dream for ghosts to echo in laughter
It crushes my hopeful heart that I wil be gone
and everything I did will turn to dust
Forcing my spirit to ask what it was all for
So much love wishing to have been felt
So many dreams evaporating into nightmares
I sometimes wish I had never lived to feel this way
If only I never knew such pain and loneliness
To everyone else it would not even be a ripple
Off the tips of a butterflie's wings
Sometimes
It makes me cry
That accompanies my poems
Forever silent beyond the cage surrounding me
My physical form is a prisn of silent bars
That shutter the keys on my piano
and nothing I do will let the song of me sing out
The sadness is unbearable sometimes
It makes me cry that they sing to no one
and when I am forgotten
my poetry will tell nothing of who I was
My books standing quietly on a bookshelf
Unopened to the eyes of lovers of verse
I am nothing, a shadow of a man
I am a dream for ghosts to echo in laughter
It crushes my hopeful heart that I wil be gone
and everything I did will turn to dust
Forcing my spirit to ask what it was all for
So much love wishing to have been felt
So many dreams evaporating into nightmares
I sometimes wish I had never lived to feel this way
If only I never knew such pain and loneliness
To everyone else it would not even be a ripple
Off the tips of a butterflie's wings
Sometimes
It makes me cry
Published 31st Jul 2021
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Anonymous
31st Jul 2021 7:17am
A really powerful sentiment.
The 1st 6 lines have some very suggestive images--the sense of feeling caged, restrained in your own skin, and even the physical form making expression impossible.
The 2nd half of the poem shifts emphasis, to talking about what will happen to your poem after your gone.
The 1st part is more powerful emotionally, but the 2nd half, about what your legacy will be is probably more accessible.
With regard to the 1st part--it's more likely that we create because of the limitations imposed on our soul because of the flesh--it's impermanence. It's because one feels caged in one's skin that one creates, yes?
The 1st 6 lines have some very suggestive images--the sense of feeling caged, restrained in your own skin, and even the physical form making expression impossible.
The 2nd half of the poem shifts emphasis, to talking about what will happen to your poem after your gone.
The 1st part is more powerful emotionally, but the 2nd half, about what your legacy will be is probably more accessible.
With regard to the 1st part--it's more likely that we create because of the limitations imposed on our soul because of the flesh--it's impermanence. It's because one feels caged in one's skin that one creates, yes?
Anonymous
31st Jul 2021 9:56am
Holy Purple JJ…….this made me tears eyed for sure my friend……feels as if you’ve peeked within my soul some days and watched my life…..felt my heart……felt my soul…….I’m sorry you feel this way…….you’re an incredible soul……I’m glad I’ve gotten the blessing to know you……..purple luv & hugs xo :)
31st Jul 2021 10:51am
Thanks for the deep purple comment G! I guess Im just an ultra-violet kinda guy wrapped in a shroud of myst that glows of my own Laura...
Maybe the Haze isn't really purple, maybe its like the blue sky that isn't really blue. We just can't see that frequency of violet...
May your purpleness forever absorb my blues...
Maybe the Haze isn't really purple, maybe its like the blue sky that isn't really blue. We just can't see that frequency of violet...
May your purpleness forever absorb my blues...
31st Jul 2021 11:25am
"Sometimes it's lonely on the lost highway"
"Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry" (Van the Man)...i feel you on this my friend ♥ peace and love
"Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry" (Van the Man)...i feel you on this my friend ♥ peace and love
10th Aug 2021 10:48pm
It's a tough write, feeling this way and expressing all the solitude in such a gut wrenching write. I think no matter what our destinies, the poetry you compose will live for a long time.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing.
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