nothing left to say

To stop writing, telling and speaking is a silent and painful death.

What if one day I can't come to you with the wounds on my hands?

What if my most beautiful notebook doesn't have your signature?

Oh God, imprison the ghost of my soul in a book.

And let my ashes mix with the dust of the library.

If I'm to become soil, let poems be written from my trees.

Let me be dinner for the worms in love.

But don't leave my soul silent.

If one day I can't write...

Reviews

[DIVYA]

A poem that expresses such yearning for self-expression. The soul wants to speak, be heard, appreciated even after flesh has turned to dust. I could relate this deeply to writers who have such an innate longing to last beyond their life, hoping that they leave something worthwhile to remember them by. Yes, the soul wants to be heard, always!

"Let me be dinner for the worms in love.
But don't leave my soul silent."

Loved how you wrote this!

[Beren]

Yesss! You really understood what I meant! And I'm so glad to hear your thoughts on this! Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment!

[Buddhistboy73]

An interesting muse on having nothing left to say......
I liked the way you chose the words and how it feels like a mini-movie in a way...

This was my favourite line:

If I'm to become soil, let poems be written from my trees.

Don't leave my soul silent......that would indeed be agony for any writer....!

Thanks for sharing

BB73

[Beren]

Aww! Thank you so much for your time! What a nice comment. Hope you're doing well! Take care

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Beren,
It is absolutely a must to be able to express oneself in many ways... and if that is stifled, one feels like they might as well have turned to dust, because dust is silence...and is the end....writers must express, all of need to express not only in writing but in speaking, thinking, etc...a silent soul needs compassion... avery complex, beautiful write Beren.
Warmly, B

[Beren]

Ahhh what great thoughts to share! Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment! Much appreciated!

[Betty Hermelee]

You are very welcome Beren!
Warmly, B

[Davidgeo]

Divya amuses me. She despises me so much but, that's the same review I would've left.

Hey Divya!! What's it like being the Indian version of me? It's pretty weird being the American version of you.

[Beren]

Thank you! It must be nice to have someone to think alike!

[Davidgeo]

I think so. She's still too high off her own supply. Everyone see's eventually though, the same thing stares through different eyes. It usually too late though.

[Alice Mayes]

ooohhhh silly I like it
ALSO IM BACK BESTIEEEEEEE
I got to get on my computer now that school has started again ehhehe

[Alice Mayes]

apologies for not saying anything fancy, but this is such a wonderful poem. your works never cease to amaze me, my friend.

[Beren]

GIRLLLLL WELCOME!!! IM SO GLAD TO HEAR YOURE BACK! Hope you're doing great mwahh

[Alice Mayes]

I mean its been life sooo.... eheh >:3

[keith]

here i stand on my soapbox again/still
i believe the rolling stones said it best

dead flowers
Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
Well, I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well, when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on your Kentucky Derby days
I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, ayy
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the US mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

[Beren]

Woahhh! What lyrics tho! Thank you so much for reminding me this beautiful song. You be the Keith I'll be the Mick, and sing this song! Hope you're doing well.

[Pallavi]

It really shows how passionate you are to write.
That's the true spirit of a good writer!

It's good that you are connected to it very deep.
And I wish you all the very best for your future writings.

And remember your legacy remains in this world forever.

[Beren]

Woah! Thank you so much! Your comment made me really happy! Highly appreciated! Take care of yourself!

[Pallavi]

You too, take care!

[Neville]

Never have nothing to say my dear friend .. when you do, you do it so very well indeed .. Nuff said 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

[Beren]

Aww. You always know what to say! Thank you so much!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I cannot imagine my soul being silent, even in death. Such a profound writing, Beren. Deeply moving and beautifully phrased.

[Beren]

Hope your soul always sings the best songs... Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment!

[Kelly Scheppers]

...my pleasure!

[Thomas W Case]

Boom! Tremendous writing. So much passion.

[Beren]

Aw! Thank you!