Falling into mirrors
Compulsory reverberations of the larynx
Arbitrary sanity
--~~ (I miss isolation from voluntary concideration)
Longing for dark warmth
But resistant to that
Which I am most like
It is as though her persona-lessness
Had obtained
A stubborn streak
---~~ I have chained Gold land so tight
That I can no longer assess
My own thoughts
Or remember
My dreams
I am dismayed at the thought
Of touching her
And feeling the many tentacled
Projections
stirring my essence
---~~~ A deepness comes over me
In which I am
Nothing but falling
Into mirrors
Author notes
I have, as of late, become increasingly interesed in the writeings of C.G. Jung (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Jung)
in his books i have found writeing which strikes to my very heart and tugs at it in a way i have not felt before. I realised that it has been a long time since i have done anything creative and with that realization came to me the dictation of this poem from the same place inside me which has produced some of the poems which i am most proud of.
it would take too long to explaine the entire thing in detail but if anyone is interested i would be willing to talk with them about it.
ar·bi·trar·y
1. Determined by chance, whim, or impulse, and not by necessity, reason, or principle
Gold Land was my own imaginary land where everyone spoke Zooten and were increadibly small if they came into "my" world (about the size of my pinky nail) I remember retreating to that place if things were difficult for me in school. I "locked" it in seventh grade (or 6th) inorder to concentrate on school more because I was receaveing bad marks
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Written October 13th, 2006
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Excellent. I love the use of spacing and words. It is extremely effective. I find inspiration in others frequently.
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This was a great poem well you know I alway love your work later babe
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this was an amazing read, thank you SO much for sharing!
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very interesting and imaginative
This is a wonderful fantasy. I dont really understand the personal meaning myself but the author comments helped. I love the imagery that this poem exudes. It is perplexing to me in parts though and I find it hard to grasp......I get the illusion that you are falling further and further into yourself? I'm just not quite sure. I would love to know though! I did notice a few minor spelling errors though and that can be easily remedied. Nice job and probably above my head! ha ha, I did enjoy the read though. -
Keep writing!
Aww, I loved reading about your world in your comments. It's so cute, it would make a good book plot. The poem was one of the strangest I have ever read. However, I have discovered that there are a great many strange poems on here. -
I would really love to have this explained to me because I can sense a deep meaning, but can not quite decipher it myself. Oh, but when write becomes plural, drop the 'e'. writeing=writing Sorry, I had to. I know I screw up stuff all the time, but if I notice it, it urks me.
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