Nothin' Comin'

Why do you carry your empty heart?
Has not anyone told you?
The shelves are bare...
The saftey boxes have nothing for you, my dear...


So you say that you thought that was a nightmare?
No, dear, you see it is your nightmare and your life,
And your life is the nightmare,
And it is your deepest wish for yourself.

Why? You ask "Why?"

Why? Because you choose it to be,
Through your reluctance to fill your heart
On your own accord,
You have chosen the nightmare over the dream.



12:56 AM 5/3/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How we create our bliss or our unhappiness.

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Poetic_Eyes's picture


talented, creative, clever, and dripping with poetic flavor. you're one of my new fave poets on this site. 

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Thank you!! :-)

Thank you!! :-)

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "