There it goes again
with the cold and sticky hands.
I wonder if bad circulation
effects the nervous glands.
My barefeet are cold and dirty.
my hair needs to be washed.
The stiffness from the hairspray
makes it stand up on the top.
Gosh!
Yep, that's what I thought
when I looked into the mirror
and see another day
that I want to disappear.
Four smears...Four smears...
My greasy fingers leaving smudges
from my forehead to my ear.
Pull the blanket over me
to imagine I'm not here.
Light shines through the threads
so I can see my fingernails
scratching at the walls
of my dismal outer shell.
Please tell me what you think
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I liked it.
It was really interesting and had great imagrey, i agree that this write had a bit of a surreal feeling to it. I really enjoyed it. Great write.,
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I love the imagery in this one. I can see it crystal clear. I think it is perfect just the way it is. It was a pleasure to read and sad to see end. Great Write! ~Peace~Gar -
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Thank You!
I have not been able to really visit this website in sometime and little did I know that anyone had responded to anything I had written. Normally when I'm on here I mainly read other people's work. And don't take the time to come up with something new or type up the rest of my stuff. I haven't even looked at most of my poems in a really long time. In fact, it's possible that I may have already responded to this comment and I don't remember. But I don't think so, I think I would remember. Anyways, thank you again for the comment and taking time to read my stuff. The gesture is appreciated.
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I get the impression I should further elaborate.
It's not really my outer shell that I wanted to disappear it was the entire being. For no other reason than going through another day of being an emotional mental reck for no reason. They call it Bipolar, I call it annoying. Nobody wants to be around me when I'm like that. So all I can really do is complain on paper. This poem in particular just sounded very surreal once it was finished and I loved it. It explains how weird shit can get sometimes. I'm happy with myself most the time, but then there are times when I just want to cry because my head won't slow down long enough for me to think clearly. So I hide.
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