Soft-White Seashells

[Law of Loud]

Upon the misty banks of the frothing sea
This soft white seashell beckons itself to me
Of the noise inside have others spoken
But as I listen, so are hermit crabs awoken
Far as the amber sun is seen in clouds
So far do I wish to cry aloud
For in my ear now rests a crowd
Of hermit crabs, both small and loud.

 

[Law of Loud]

This is a short poem I wrote at school, while feeling very depressed, to express some feelings without others understanding what I was doing. A lot of my poetry comes across that way really, rather than vent emotion vocally, both that which is joyous or sad, I typically just isolate myself and write it down. I wouldn't personally describe this as one of my happiest pieces, and the actual subject matter is really biting at me right now. But, perhaps the vagueness will offer some reason to others, as it should seem open enough that it can apply to a variety of situations.

The logic to it though should seem pretty clear, in that what others so often non-chalantly encourage us to seek, can often inflict great anguish on us.

 

[Law of Loud]

I wrote a couple others tonight, but I don't feel like posting any of them. They are all a little too disjointed and thoughtless, and as with much of my thought, I would actually be concerned that somebody who knows me might correctly interpret them.

 

[PinkLoveBall]

Beautiful!