Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Gouger

He gouges
out his eyes
to reach his soul
but finds his mind.

He tears and shreds
away the grey
leaving just an empty skull
but still no soul.
Conjured by at

15 comments:

  1. Wine and WordsWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 10:11:00 AM EST

    He was misinformed! The soul is never found above the neck, but within the heart. (p.s. don't tell him. He'll be a cadaver before his time.)

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    1. Ben DittyWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 10:17:00 AM EST

      Some might say the soul lies in the eyes ;-)

      But I guess the message is we tear ourselves apart to find ourselves. If we destroy our mind in the process, a heart won't really matter. Although being hollow headed is preferable to being hollow hearted I suppose.

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  2. ShreyaWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 12:46:00 PM EST

    So deep, nice one Ben. :)

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    1. Ben DittyWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 7:55:00 PM EST

      Thanks, Shrey :) I shortened Shreya. Thought it sounded hip like "whaddup Shreyyyy?"

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  3. MarionWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 1:00:00 PM EST

    No, you're all confused! The eyes are the WINDOWS to the soul. That must mean the soul is somewhere behind your pretty little peepers. I'm with whatever Annie says....she's my homie. xo

    PS: The poem is awesome and as deep as the ocean. I love it!!!

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    1. Ben DittyWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 7:57:00 PM EST

      I don't know, Marion. If you get a heart transplant it doesn't make you a different person. If you get a brain transplant it just might ;-)

      Buut very glad you found my poem like the ocean. Do you go to the ocean a lot?

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  4. BerlinerinPoetWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 1:25:00 PM EST

    Yes, sometimes one can be TOO introverted and in an effort to "find ourselves" sometimes we lose ourselves. Good message.

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  5. Susie ClevengerWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 7:25:00 PM EST

    We tear at ourselves at times because we want to be what others want...I can see so many things in such few words

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    1. Ben DittyWednesday, February 15, 2012 at 7:58:00 PM EST

      I think that first part of your comment is a poem in itself :-)

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  6. Aguilar ElliotThursday, February 16, 2012 at 1:06:00 AM EST

    Striking imagery! I like it.

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  7. FernThursday, February 16, 2012 at 4:53:00 AM EST

    I imagine a screwdriver being implemented as the gouging tool.

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  8. ShaunaMonday, February 20, 2012 at 12:02:00 PM EST

    scary, visual and powerful piece Ben.

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