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Looking Up. (July 15,1999 / Barinas)
An Empty Soul
I awaited in darkness sorrowing, it was passing by and I was following,
Why are you afraid of me-Why are you worrying? , just keep it coming.
Intidimation of broken wings, empty winds, the frustration of swings,
Creation of flings, cheap things, the temptation of dreams.
Drilling my glacier heart-less core, just emptiness, nothing more.
Feeling how the waves broke at shore, killing every desire to adore.
A gift that got destroyed by the floor, you never say 'and' just 'or.'
There can't be a shared place for, the person that knocks your door.
I had a gift tag with a from and for, it splattered in blood and gore.
As an outrage came to destroy the pain, I lost every sense of shame.
Vivid life isn't a bowling game, no sense in choosing just one lane.
It's so sad that I want to burst in shame, because it's all so lame.
The golden sand in the palm of my hand, falling deeply into the land.
Colors of magic bursting from my wand, a lullaby of honey in chant.
You searched a world looking for diamonds, resulting in a rotten hole,
Finding yourself tiresome, because it never existed a goal.
It was a quest for something valuable, and it resulted all in fade,
It was a search for the unfathomable, the fulfilling of aid.
It's the neglect of the fallen angel, an empty mine as a goal,
The fulfilling of the invisible label, an empty soul.
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Are you happy?
Keep your luck.
Are you lost?
Keep looking up.
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Great poem. Keep wrighting and posting.
This is a well constructed piece of poetry/prose. I think you could be great at writing prose. More like story form. For one at (13) years old, this is a fabulous talented writer. Continue on with your writing dear friend. Someday in the not too distant future you will be a well known poetess. my dear.
loved your poems very tallented. remember your poems are personal thoughts that u allow us to read. thank you i think your very good
I'd highly rate 'Empty Soul' as a poem but I'd be much more optimistic myself about being enriched spiritually by embarking on self discovery.
Good structure and form and a sustained piece of writing with some well constructed language, well done.
Great writing from one so young (only 13) with a clever use of words, unexpectedly used at times. Very constructive
I love love this poem! ! ! you did such a good job :) you are very talented keep writing! .
A well thought out and constructed poem. Great expression - 'an empty mine as a goal'.
You can write like this at thirteen? The rest of us should be very worried. I am going to add you to 'my friends' so that I may find you quickly, I am writing tonight but I will be back soon.
Tears in eyes, grieving mind and soul
Penning simople words from his heart
Little he knows, The best of us in whole
By looking up, I see him as God's own art