Well of Words

Word. Another. Joined between a feeling, a memory, a sense. Let it flow from within to sentences. Simple, sensible and truly something original. Written emotions on paper: a poem.

A Poem

Flashing by moment
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again

I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back

and I let go
to paper

The Poet In Me

Nice to see you here!

This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.

Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.

So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry

Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it

maanantai 5. lokakuuta 2015

Madhouse


In madhouse
walls covered with ears
corridors like hollow wide-open mouths
in silence

the mad are nameless
nurses unpersons

rules for regulations
for feeble
incalculable
written in directories
notebooks
buried in embrace
of omerta

all of glass 
infiltrates secrets
as walls intently listen
here and there, eyes

all monitored
screened

the mad build themselves
out of their environment
cramming ones words
deep into mind
to brew
from words     
to thoughts          
to actions

David, this is for you to try to capture what I tried to capture from my finish attempt to capture of the dark side of madhouse.

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