The Soul’s Release Valve

After I swore off writing any more poetry, I got inspired to write something, and a poem popped out. Once I realized that what I had written was actually a poem, I end up writing a haiku about the whole ordeal. So now I have two poems and a blog that has been begging for a little more soul.

I am not planning on having a huge collection of poetry here. If any poems come to me, then they will probably end up here. I do need an outlet for anything creative that does come to me. I’ll leave my own personal notes on some of these, but I want to leave most of them for you, the reader, to interpret. So without any ado at all, welcome to…

Songs From the Raven’s Nest

Fire Of The Soul

If it starts as a hobby,
you’ll eventually grow weary and the flame will fizzle.

If it starts as a job,
you’ll eventually despise the work and drench the flame.

But, if it starts as a passion,
that fire will always burn in your soul.

The Ironic Poet – A Haiku

I said I wouldn’t
do this but sometimes the soul
needs to have its way

So how did I end up writing a haiku? Yeah, the first two and a half lines suddenly hit me when I realized that I had inadvertently written and posted a poem on Twitter the day before. Accidental poem inspires another accidental poem.

Releasing The Writer’s Soul

Anyone with a story to tell can be a writer
It’s just a matter of pouring your heart into your pen
Letting your emotion flow onto the paper
Opening your soul to everyone willing to read
At the least releasing your soul to freedom
At best releasing the caged soul of another

This poem originated in a comment I left on a post by author and fellow blogger, Kelly Smith. She has been an inspiration to me since we started following each other’s blogs, and she encouraged me to face some things from my past that I never thought that I would have the courage to. Be sure to check out her blog, thoughtsbecomingword. The post that inspired this was Not Your Typical Writer….

To Comfort You

I wish that I could comfort you
Hold you tightly and tell you
Everything will be okay

I know your heart is breaking
A piece of your heart
that will never heal

I can only watch you
As you try to do your best
Your hopeful optimistic heart

Knowing the heartache yet to come
Incapable of stopping it
Knowing how things must be

Seeing you in your loneliness
Wishing that I could hold you close
That I could heal your heart

Seeing your pain breaks my heart
Knowing that you must go through this
To be who you are meant to be

I watch you draw into yourself
Fearful of getting hurt again
Tangled in your insecurities

At times wearing that pain like a badge
Taking a knife to your own heart
Just to watch it bleed

I want so badly to just touch you
To pull you close and tell you
You are worthy of love