Boughtandpaidfor Posted June 7, 2006 Share Posted June 7, 2006 What does writing an honest word require? A secret space? No secret can have true solitude except those sealed by death And neither file nor paper nor book has that privilege A secret that can be burnt or deleted can have never been An audience then? But to whom should we write? Who will find us honest and join us momentarily And who will cringe squirm writhe and beg us to stop the rot What then? What might be worthy of universal reading? Can we express our trueness adultly and if we can Will it be enough? Is there an honest ear or eye to receive it? Vague frustration I know I can't reach you because I know what doesn't reach me And I'm doing that thing too Whatever it is My words are consumed with me And not with what draws us in Have I done it then? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
melrich Posted June 7, 2006 Share Posted June 7, 2006 Very good happytown. You have really captured a profound thought brilliantly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EmptySoul Posted June 9, 2006 Share Posted June 9, 2006 I like your writing style. My favorite lines were: Vague frustration I know I can't reach you because I know what doesn't reach me -Empty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neva_black_n_white Posted June 9, 2006 Share Posted June 9, 2006 Captured. I really liked that piece. Makes you think. Or atleast im sad enough to go away and contemplate shouldnt have admitted that. I like your work. neva Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnotherBrokenDoll Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 I agree love your style and just a great poem all round Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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