A Lil Something...

[Stale]

Well, every time I wander into the halls of the pen I feel I should write something, and as usual, when you feel like creating something, there is nothing there... This is rough and raw, unpolished and without plan

 

 

Hunger

 

So empty inside, like a book without words

I hunger for substance, crave for something

I search within and search without

I hunt the night, the moon, the stars

 

So my aim is random, my eyes deceive

What seem so clear, is not yet there

What plans I have, I gladly share

What my pen erase, before its there, its here

 

So it is hollow I see, that I behold

When I touch my head, wipe cold sweat

When I scream out loud, synaptic pain

When the day wakes up, with rain, soft rain

 

So I close my eyes, it will not be dear

Its all but nothing, rules of chaos

Its what I can do, forget and regret

Then I see, what was hidden, hidden to me

 

And with bursting lungs, sound explodes

For all to see, I am what I told

For a moment of joy, I take a breath

For then it is over... so hollow, empty inside

 

 

 

[Justin Silverblade]

When creation flows so freely, unguided and unrefined, it truely earns its title as art. Such is here, I think ah?

 

Thanks for sharing, Stale. I hope you continue to write/post.

[Falcon2001]

Very good usage of words and imagery, and it just looks cool too!

 

Very neato words, too

[Rune]

Amazing, if that is unpolished I couldnt even imagine what you would considered polished.

 

I cant wait to read more!