I have no soul...

Voices cry out to us every day. Do we ever really hear them?

I have no soul…

I am dust

              No magazine face

                              FACELESS

I am mud

              No hands of grace

                              NAMELESS                     

I am hunger

              No bed of lace

                              HOMELESS

I am blood

              No resting place

                              HELPLESS

Do I even have a soul…in your eyes???

 

Author's Note

Tried to be a little more experimental than my other poems to try and reach a more subconscious level of pain and fear.

Reviews

[Kitty]

I love the way this one is done!!!! Your expressions here are clearly filled with lots of pain. A nice job for something you're not used to doing.

Yet another fantastic one.

Josie

[David Johnson]

The theory of the "soul" is a twisted one. We have no "soul." We are strictly physical begins that have been placed on this earth to play with each other until we expire.

I have a very bright outlook on life.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

yupyup you got the experimental aspect here :) but i like it. the font was perfect for the piece

"No hands of grace

NAMELESS "

that was my favorite part....

pretty intense... ghostly, almost. but a good query into the self and onto others.

[Tenten]

this is nicely done, i think of 'loveless' because of the wording but the print and style add a meaning in my eyes. a good piece.

[shadadakiya]

well im sure you have pleanty of soul more than you even know,just need to let it show, hugs

[RougeAngel]

i love how the different columns go together. i like the format! its different but it flows all at the same time, its hard to explain but i enjoyed it!

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

Wow.... this is amazing... And i should be paying attention in class but i saw this piece and am taking a break from paying attention lol... This really reminds me of some of my friends tenten pieces for some reason.... This really makes the reader think about the screams and voices that we ignore everyday...

It's sad how some of us (even me at times) can just pass someone by even when they beg for help... in our society we are told to just ignore the begger on the street or the artist trying to make a living... This is really a great poem... Great Job!