No. 77

Since we're on the topic of poetry, i feel like this is a good time to post the qestion, can something be written with no meaning but given all meaning by the reader? I mean all poetry, meaningful or not, deep or shallow, is just words. I guess you could answer the question simply. Meaningful words are given meaning by the readers, but the chances of something written without meaning to gain meaning from the reader are slim.That wasn't worded very eloquently, i know.

This one is titled, "Without Fear". Modified: Tue 25 May 2004 06:17:58 PM EDT

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1549473/1/Without_Fear (03-12-04)

I suspect it was about Jazzy. It has three reviews. The first is by Robin (2004-12-04):

God job! I told you that you were better than me. I don't quite understand...is this about losing somebody along with coping with fear? who are you losing?

This one is by Jazzy (2005-01-17):

your writing is so good! how are you able to fit so much emotion and confusion into words liek that? damn youre talented. btw you need to check the spelling in your poems lol. i think the "Dan't" shuodl be "Can't" lol

This one is by Lizzy  (2005-07-08):

you need to start writing again. like, really.

coz I want to hear more amazing poems.

xoxolizard

All the fear is real,

And all the fear is here,

Trapped inside my soul,

My greatest fear,

Of losing you forever,

Along with all my fear.

Fear keeps us going,

Our fear of the unknown,

The unknown being death,

For which I do not fear.

Only fear for losing it all,

All my fear,

All I want,

All I have,

All is you.

I can’t let go,

Can’t hold on,

To everything I cannot see,

Cannot feel,

Can’t go on,

Cannot know,

What’s to be,

To me,

For me,

In me,

By me,

Be me,

What’s me?

As time goes on,

My mind goes numb.

I cannot see ahead.

I cannot see behind.

I cannot,

With fear,

Nor without.

I cannot. 

 

Why did i start doing this at night? Now i'm going to be up all night and have a bitch of a time waking up for my dentist appointment tomorrow. 

Well, here's another one. Modified: Mon 07 Jun 2004 06:33:16 PM EDT

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1549839/1/Stab_My_Mind (03-13-04)

The only review is by Jazzy (2005-01-17): 

ah my head! its really really really really good. i love the last part, but i dont think the "dont let me fall" fits in rigt there. you need something before it. check your spelling also.

 This local copy i think is fixed for spelling and stuff.

Stab My Mind

So many questions.
Possibilities are endless.
Ask over and over for as long as you live.
They drive.
What matters?
Does it really?
Why?
Why?
Why?

What would I do?
Would I still be able to stand without your stable support?
Or does it matter since I’m already falling?
Into the endless darkness,
in the hole in my mind.

Flooded by questions but still prevail.

Mind.
Possibilities.
Truth.

Like daggers in my head,
leaving holes.
Almost nothing left to put a hole in.

My soul fading.
My heart ripped from my chest.
My blood,
cold,
slowly,
flowing,
through my entire lifeless image.

We ask even though we already know.
We don't ask when we don't know.
And anything in between.
Keep asking.
Keep answering.

The real answer to everything is right there.
NOTHING.

How do I feel?
I don't know.
Because I feel that I know.
I understand.
Do you?

It’s so simple.
So why do we go on?
What drives us?
Is it really the questions?
Well we still haven’t stopped asking
so we continue.
And never know.

Yet the answer is right there.
But why?
Why?
Why?

Can I really go on like this?
Can you?
Can we?
Can anyone?

I could go on forever.
Nonsense making sense about not making sense.

Everything that happens will happen,

Has happened,

Is happening,

Was bound to happen,
from a non-existing beginning.

Do what you will.
What will happen will.
We have no control.

We are slaves of a fictional reality dream world.

Is there an end?
What is the beginning?

Never forget.
Never remember.
Never ever.

Ever?
When?

Time.
How does it really work?

Everything
anything
nothing

Pull these blades out of my mindless mind and show me the answers.

If you are.

Fill these holes with the infinite answers to the endless questions.

Don't

Let

Me

Fall.

-Danny Piccirillo