#groan
Don’t touch the soul! It is alive!
It can remember a great deal!
Its memories are like a hive.
Don’t touch the soul! It is too leal!
Don’t worm into the soul rudely
Like in a thicket, breaking twigs.
Just listen, how it's drawly groaning!
Attend to its so silent pleas!
The soul is tortured! Please, don't touch it!
If you can’t love, just pass it by!
Don’t touch the soul! I pray, don’t break it!
The soul hurts! Don’t let it die!
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
I am ashamed to live today!
There’s too much malodorous mud!
I want to create, to win, to love!
But how’s it possible?
The evil’s crowned!
I look out the window and see the sky.
I go out the yard and hear the groan.
It’s up in the air, ashamedly, clumsy.
It understands that the final is known.
I am ashamed for this crippled truth.
The fact, that seemed like a nonsense yesterday,
Is now a reality where we have to be.
I don't want to live here!
Just noway!
Noway!
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
She says nothing, there's
just a kind of sigh, a groan --
that makes me happy.
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
Art does its best
to translate
the groans of the soul.
Though well versed,
it is not art's native tongue,
and even vocables
are but a semblance
of profound yearning, ecstasy,
illumination.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
As I lay here on my bed and groan
I don't think I can make it all alone
I need a friend someone of value
Hell tonight I'd even take some ******
But instead I'll just toss and turn
And wish of days that I could return
When one small space in time
There was plenty of friends of mine
But I knew then as I do now
That good times fly faster than bad some how
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Another day
Hey
Another night
Another morning
Another journey
Another face
Another job
Another sandwich
Another missed opportunity
Another chance
Another frown
Another light
Another queue
Another crowd
Another beep
Another station
Another drink
Another deep breath
Another groan
Another moan
Another half smile
Wait!
Is this life?
I see my kids
I feel alive
They are what I once was
Innocent
Inquisitive
Energetic
Full of promise
Bright eyes
Smiles
Life bottled
Keep it!
Moments in time I will cherish forever.
Gone but never forgotten
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC