I can't find my poetry.
I can't find my mind.
Could you find my heart?
I haven't got the time.
I have lost my soul.
Another thing misplaced.
Everything is cluttered.
Yet I have all this space.
I could look forever.
Never find a thing.
Not a simple rock.
Or a diamond ring.
I could clean my house.
I could clear my mind.
Everything I search for.
Still I'd never find.
Missing pieces of my self.
Scattered all about.
In this house of loneliness.
Tragedy and doubt.
I could look into the heavens.
For something so divine.
But its love I'm looking for.
One that is all mine.
I'm looking for that one thing.
That one thing to be true.
Something that drives me crazy.
Nothing else will do.
I search for things of pleasure.
Yet I am in pain.
All the while knowing.
Sometimes they are the same.
I will go on searching.
Searching til the end.
Using these damn poems.
As the message that I send.
Still I can't find my poetry.
Still can't find my mind.
Haven't found my heart.
Do you have the time?
COMMENTS
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Isis101
01:18 Apr 09 2009
This is good! Thanks for sharing it.
Tourmented
05:57 Apr 13 2009
i like this one very good
vampiregothchick
18:40 May 18 2009
i know how you feel!!!!
sculptarexdexfrumuse
15:01 Jul 11 2009
I find the words as the look on the face quite disconcerting, considering what is you said in the words! As always it's beautifully rendered, I like the small things in this piece such as the yearning of searching for I'd call 'you searching for paradise ' and the foreground things of what you have known to lost then gained , particularly desires. Top stuff!