The Green Poem.

[zoolane]

Green.

My favourite colour is green.
I have imprinted on me.
But I wish I didn't like colour green.

My marking is unique to me.
And to others.
Who marking me.
With this colour green.

I am person not sub human.
As other said 'I am'.
I am treat worst then a animal.

My favourite colour is green.

[zoolane]

Alive Or Dead.

I am lost.
I have no way to go.
I do not were I being alive or dead.
Do I wonder round in a circle of this cycle.
Maybe it my past that stop me forge head with my life.
If I am dead.
Why do I feel so alive and want to fly sometimes.
If I soar in the a sky will not hit my head of the gates of heaven
or down below at gates of hell.
I wish do know what I should be doing at moment?
Whether I am Alive or Dead.

[Haunted]

some very interesting existential thoughts here...

[hillwalker]

This pair of poems are both very thought provoking -

the first seems to be about accepting one's lot in life even if it doesn't fit with convention

the second questions self-awareness, how does one really know what existence is?

Very deep stuff, zoo. But written in a simple and elegant style.

H

[Delta40]

I like your green one better.

I am person not sub human.
As other said 'I am'.
I am treat worst then a animal

I think because of the colour theme, I thought of the green-eyed monster of envy here, although I know what you're saying is much deeper than such a provoked image.

[zoolane]

The Nightmare.

Here I am in my sleep.
My nightmare has began again.
The burn sensation down my arm with pin prick to start.
I am in hell with my soul awakening with it turmoil.
Lies and deception sit here before me.
I am being chase by aloneness and sadness.

Will my nightmare ever end?
Blackness is in my veins with it liquid, flowing free.
Satan whisper in my ear.
''I dare you to do that act''.
If I do the act, will I be free of this nightmare? [/I]

[Haunted]

That's one compelling picture of personal hell and moral dilemma.

[hillwalker]

Another striking piece, zoo. Sounds like an addict wondering whether to grab another fix..... or maybe not.

H

[zoolane]

The Tears.

They swell up with clear liquid.
But not one drop fell.
They are sting with trying.
They are blurred for few minutes.
A barrier is stopping them.
How I wish I could remove that shield.
So they would fall freely.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The Tears.

They swell up with clear liquid.
But not one drop fell.
They are sting with trying.
They are blurred for few minutes.
A barrier is stopping them.
How I wish I could remove that shield.
So they would fall freely.


Beautiful, and surely we all have wished to shed the tears that were waiting to be shed!

[zoolane]

Thank you Prince.


My world.

My world is descending into chaos.
I am try to stay attach with my reality.
But dark clouds are gathering around me.
My depression is rise from it door.
With all it has offer me.
I know there ray of light.
If I can just see through the clouds.

[zoolane]

Shall I stay?

Shall I stay with my soul?
For it lifetime or for while?
One moment my soul want leave this world behind.
My soul does not want feel physical or emotion pain again.
But if I stay with my soul.
I know it will happened against my will.
My soul wishing faded into the abyss.
To never be see again.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I empathize with both "My World" and "Shall I stay" and in answer to the question posed in the second one I'd recommend YES, that you should stay with your soul because even the pain that you or your soul experience is part of your growth as a human being.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hi zoo
As I have said before I find threads off putting when I am now joining six poems in. I loved 'Nightmare' the best .. but then I would ;) I also identified greatly with 'My World'. I never see a zoo thread without stopping to read and to your credit I am never sure what I am about to read.
cheers
JerryB

[zoolane]

How can I forgive?

How can I forgive you?
After everything you put me through.
You starve me of your affections.
I was decline from being with you.
You refuse to feed me.

You treat me like I was nothing.
You would of love me and wanting me.
If I was a bottle of whiskey or beer.
How can I forgive you?

[hillwalker]

I know what this latest poem is all about and how much the pain refuses to diminish over time. I can sense the child in your poem very clearly - asking why the world doesn't seem to work the way it is mean to.

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

Bump.