Answer me in poetry, show me a chunk of your soul?

Question

What is your question, what do you know?
Why is it grey, where ever you go?
What do you need, what are your wants?
What are the things, your soul will haunt?

Answer 1

My soul is dark, they call me Chunk-
y, I wish I could be more of a chipmunk,
but with all that I've done, and all that I do,
I still got these ghosts with faces of you.

Answer 2

What i want to know
Is what is the purpose of life
Is there an end to our suffering
Is there a point to this strife
The area is grey because
There's only shades of black and white
We know nothing for certain
There's no way to make things right
What i need is a chance to change things
To rearrange the way they are
What i want is a chance to do this over
Or just to cover up these scars
The things are people who hurt me
They are places that are frightening
My soul haunts these things
Because nothing else is enlightening.

Not my best work, but thanks for the question, that was a really cool idea. That's only a limited part of my soul but i promise i was being honest.

Answer 3

How do I grow into my soul?
Am I its vessel? This only I know -
Sometimes together, sometimes apart
Indescribable joy; a broken heart
I want to transcend, to end this confusion
Am I more than the parts of etherial fusion?
And when we depart, will we leave a trace
Like the last light of sun on a fading face?

Answer 4

my complexity knows no bounds
so young and so restless
my heart only knows to pound
female,merely aged fourteen
longs for all things that lie unseen

i have no question in my mind
i simply posses an
insatiable need to find
the truth,knolwedge and wisdom
from which i shall then prosper from

i need my friends to get me by
and my family too
to keep the tears from my eyes
i'll try my best to show love
until its time to fly above

there are no current shades of grey
i appreciate this
life or try to-everyday
here you have a bit of soul
from me,since you wanted to know

Answer 5

Instinct

I open the door
and your smell floods
out, rich and heady, teaming
with memories unlived,
still rooms filled
with sunshine and laughter,
whole branches of green trees,
deep nights
of sleep atangle
with soft and hard, sheet and hair,
echoes of long talks, arguments,
agues of death and birth.

I jump
into that balmy
and fertile stream
and strike inward,
swimming like a salmon
toward some almost-remembered
place, seeking out
the warm currents
singing their joyful
homecoming deep inside.

Answer 6

You asked and received:

These things you seek
You will not find
They are barred and guarded
I know of no color
Only grey.
My soul is in hiding
It feels no love
I only see the emotion
You show
When it is time
You’ll know in your heart
For I will never part
And shine like the sun.

Gets me thinking. Ask another one. I'll look for it.

Answer 7

I am the night, I am the shadow,
I am the grey, wherever I go.
I need validation, but feel trepidation,
on my quest for that I must know.

I move through the words,
the ink on the page,
fire my guardian,
fueling my rage.

My soul is ne'er resting,
she wanders alone,
and the heart she inhabits,
turns slowly to stone.

Answer 8

interesting concept. like the idea of free styling. ok here we go

give back that part of me you stole from me
when you weakness cost us us
for what use could you have of it now
its only going to be run over and trampled upon?

you've burned a hole in my soul
and the shadow of what could have been follows everywhere i go
for when two souls are tied but destinies unmatched
the futility of such union only unending misery

my soul cries out for what used to be
until they decided that love so magical yet real
only should belong in fairy-tales
for they were short sighted to believe in magic

so now we have to bear the consequence of giving it our all
for that was our only crime
so the next time i love i, it wouldn't be as pure
and the next time you do, you wouldn't cos its not with me

Answer 9

YOU asked the question,
mine is but to give a suggestion.
My life is bright;
no grey in sight.
My needs are few;
my wants are, too.
My soul is haunted most insanely,
by folks who ask questions most inanely! ;)

Answer 10

I love to sing
It is my favorite thing
I dream of singing in far away nations
All with wide open spaces

It makes my heart soar
It makes me want more
Singing makes me feel so high
Way up in this blue sky