Stone

So much falling and flying, but when will we write about when we become stones?

Poems.

They are neither dark,

Nor are they light.

They exist not to define an emotion,

But to spread it 'round so that we all may share in what 

Only one or two of us has felt.

They exist as a link between free spirits

That remain airborne despite

The damnation of logic from our minds

And spells cast in an attempt to keep our army at bay.

For most,

No, in my experience, all,

They are a feeling, 

A wish or a hope that they have chosen to hold on to...

It keeps them locked in the sky, blood red and muddied angels

Soiling the whiteness of the clouds.

But I am the angel without wings,

No, the statue,

Sitting there and breathing the pain of others,

With no discernible emotion or voice of my own.

I am the filth that takes in the murkiness of others,

Stealing from them emotions to replace my own.

I am a cyborg,

Bent on destroying,

What?

I have nothing to destroy.

Like I said,

I am the filthy statue

Looking out at those with pain

And crying at the beauty

Of the true bloodied angels.

I am a cur.

I am rotten.

I hate myself for who I am

And probably will be.

I wish to take a knife to my

Stoic existence and tear through every last seam,

Leaving the shreds I crave.

Happiness, in this world,

Gets you nowhere.

It is the pain that makes you grow...

The pain I don't possess.

It would be a lie to say I am content,

But more of a lie to say otherwise.

I am a cur.

I am rotten.

I am too stoic for my own good.

I am filth.

I am emotionless.

I am lost.

I am losing to turmoil.

And so I might as well be made of stone.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've actually written about myself ever, I believe. This is the true, unfiltered, untouched raw emotion I have...No emotion at all. Please give me feedback, I had to go a bit out of my comfort zone for this one.

Reviews

[Jeremia]

Ok this is difficult for me. I wanna like analyze your emotions/thoughts behind every word. Because I'm trying to figure out how you are viewing yourself. It's interesting and complex. I am left speechless, for I know not what to say, especially when I do not fully grasp everything in which you are saying.

[Riley Bray]

What I'm attempting to do is express how I feel lesser than everyone else I meet, referring specifically to all these amazing poets on this site. I go on to say that while the rest of you seem like angels of words, I feel I am just a statue, watching you all sadly, stuck to the ground and unable to express my own emotions. You see, the poems I write are what I think it would be like for those people, they are generally not my own feelings, (though this poem is about me). I feel like I give nothing to this world and at times I want nothing more than to have my own pain so that I can be able to have my own stories. I use the word stone to explain myself in the way that I am emotionless, also known as stone-faced. I think that's the shortest summary I can give, do you understand now, more or less?

[Jeremia]

Ya. Makes sense. And wow. Very interesting and relate-able. Usually I do not feel like a statue because I have lack of emotion, but I do feel like a statue because I feel unable to express said emotion. Especially in such beautiful words as some on here.

[Riley Bray]

Thank you very much and I'm glad I was able to help you get it. :)

[Jeremia]

No problem. If you felt like giving me the extended version, I'd listen. Feel free to message me.

[Riley Bray]

I'll keep that in mind.

[Isabelle Faye]

This is a really good poem. (Bad start, I know, but it's nearly 1 AM, so don't judge me.) I think you portrayed your emotions with an ease that is admirable, although I know you don't have many problems voicing them in real life, I still find it amazing how well you know yourself. The poem itself is a very intresting concept, and obviously a lot of thought went into writing it. The flow is nice and smooth, very good job!

[Riley Bray]

Thank you very much Isabelle! Usually I have to plan out my poems but that one I just went with and haven't needed to edit. ;))

[Just Kim]

Wow this is really good

[Riley Bray]

Thanks!

[Rita L. Sev]

Riley, this is the first piece of yours that I am reading, so I do not yet know your comfort zone; I find this to be an amazing poem in its raw feeling, and its valid contradictions. It seems that you had a lot of random ideas and emotions that you express here, beginning with a statement about why one becomes a poet, and moving deeper until you get to harsh judgment of yourself. I am especially moved by this verse:
Happiness, in this world,
Gets you nowhere.
It is the pain that makes you grow...
The pain I don't possess.
It would be a lie to say I am content,
But more of a lie to say otherwise.

Almost as if you feel that you are "less than" because you lack adversity.
Your poem does just what poetry is meant to do - bring out true feelings, give catharsis to the poet, and make the reader feel something as well. Well done on these points. I also must say, keep writing. You are good, and in writing may come to feel that contentment that you deserve.

[Riley Bray]

Thank you very much Rita, I must say I am happy that someone finds a poem actually about myself interesting. I am flattered that you've given me such high praise on the first poem of mine you've ever read. Gracias.