The temples beat in a reminiscence of times crimes of bi pole of er.
This temple is the mind to kind it holds its rhyme within line.
To much fowl to towel cow continuous crazy contendium
Continuous crazy lines contend.
A break in line a middle crime fowl fathom future.
This written writ is a piece in the middle of skit
The truth is this writ is lost space of a race,
To race the mind is the lost in time.
High low silhouette of mood swing
Swinging is the mood bi pole of er.
Ups and downs
All around and now coming down
Depression is a mental session of contestion
Solid state is the appreciate of being down
Deep swallow of mental contempt,
Contempt of ways crazy cool contemplation
Crazy.
High fly fowl fly fliers follow fathomable furs and feathers.
Future fliers and fallow the flames of eye,
The eye is the crime of time.
Time is a crime,
Paid in price in lice
Lice is a crime
Time of crime
Lice crime.
High.
A new meaning in these words above hither fallow
Lost is as done in bipolar up and down and all around.
Author notes
think of it as a metaphor, a rather large one.
A contest entry
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300 points, ended February 17, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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You packed a rather powerful and amazing set
of alliteration in this write. And quite the
tongue-twister as well. Phenonomenal! Great penning
of this sad and all-too-real mental disorder.
Thanks for the great entry!
Keep penning,
~The INC."
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Wow son: I hope your mind isn't really that jumbled. haha. Very good piece of work hon. I don't know if you will get this but if you do please call home. Love you, Mom.
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Many Scarlet kisses and applauses!!!
OMG!! I loved this! The rythm and flow...the way you used the words and put it all together!!!! Bravo and well done!
And it describes PERFECTLY the mice running through the brain when it is so restless and there is no peace. Hope is driven down in rivulets of scatteredness.
They sing, they sung, they say...rapidly dancing, swiftly in sway. My brain so busy never stopping. Pictures of time speed by.
This piece was perfection, and your finest yet.
Brilliant!
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