Anyone like my poem?i scribble away but dont really show anyone!?

Question:blind frustration...

Unknown to my eyes and those of past aquaintances,
who is this stranger within?
Its me I scream,its me
It always was and will forever be

Pushing,shoving,reaching,forcing its way out
The alterego has escaped,
At last it can be free

The feeling is indescribable,
Unbelieveable,just getting wings.
Now everything listen,its clear
Opinions and advice are futile

The universe and deep blue seas unexplored fully
Not willing to wait for strongarms to pull it out
It splashed into its personal gravity.

soap slides...water runs
solid body...flowing emotion.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: blind frustration...

Unknown to my eyes and those of past aquaintances,
who is this stranger within?
Its me I scream,its me
It always was and will forever be

Pushing,shoving,reaching,forcing its way out
The alterego has escaped,
At last it can be free

The feeling is indescribable,
Unbelieveable,just getting wings.
Now everything listen,its clear
Opinions and advice are futile

The universe and deep blue seas unexplored fully
Not willing to wait for strongarms to pull it out
It splashed into its personal gravity.

soap slides...water runs
solid body...flowing emotion.

great should compile a few more together and get them published

I like it. Good job!

You need to get loaded and stop with the ego tripin'

Beautiful descriptive words
I know exactly where you are
and where you have been
I think it's awesome
Great work!

great poem. but "soap slides" is a little off. i know you mean that soap slides as in the verb, but at first it looks like soap slides as in a slide... maybe it's just me. i would change that line.
but great job! keep it up!

hope this helps :]

When I got over the third stroke I could not speak, so one day I could speak little rhymes and that started me little poems. This is one about my wife and hear is how it goes, good luck.

THE WIFE

THE WAS PRETTIER ONCE, I RECALL SO WELL
HER HAIR WAS AUBURN AND BROWN
HER SHYNESS AND BLUSHES WERE REFRESHING TO SEE
TIME HAS SLOWED HER NIMBLEST DOWN

I REMEMBER THE DAY THAT WE WERE WED
SO RADIANT IN HER WEDDING VALE
I LOVED HER THEY, AS I LOVE HER NOW
WITH A LOVE THAT NEVER SHALL FAIL

WITH FIFTY YEARS GONE BY US
WE WERE BLESSED WITH CHILDREN FOUR
HER HANDS ARE WORN, HER BACK IS WEAK
IT'S HER I STILL ADORE.

WHEN THE MAKER CALLS US BE JUDGED
TO HEAVEN SHE SHOULD GO
AND IF I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE PEARLY GATES
I WANT TO BE HER BEAU