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

torstai 20. huhtikuuta 2017

Ocean Of Depression


Waves crushing
waves

beaten and done
use of the useless
thrown to harsh rocky beach like
a merry go round and roller-coaster of
life i asked
not, the whole amusement park

lying bare naked
eye muscles reaching to lid up
sand burns
my sight stings my blur

to get the wreckage up and going
is a thought passing by like a seagull
against the mesmerizing light
hope or mirage of a sunny beach

then the waves come storming
again to pull back to
her unforgiven arms
grip, lift, pull, back, hold
my breathe
in her embrace

down under at last
final time
the closing
of hopes and dreams gone and stolen
shown in glimpses
never to keep their promises

sinking
prepared and ready
to be taken to a softer ride
float in the abyss of sea

calm before my eyes
finalizing the last breathe

too soon yet
the sea is not done
nor ready
waves, the bitter fortune tellers of
my wanton wandering
throw me choking once more
on another shore

something is building
to cough up the water of existence
gasping for future

salt
in my veins

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