Kind of raw, kind of burnt
My brain swirls, and falls
Too many thoughts and concepts
run and call, and hit the wall
they never end
just break and bend
The world of my past
is falling apart
truth and lies,
cant tell them apart
laws and notions,
puddles and oceans
What to think,
What to do,
My rules of conduct are gone.
Brain still storming,
I call out my heart,
but nothing matters
its in the art.
Cells collide
words wander wild
My head just hurts
I wish for the night
What I once knew is lost
What I once owned is gone
I know not how to fight
whats wrong, whats right?
Colors flash and spray
thoughts fly far and away
People become feint
Reality dies painfully
Fantasy glows prominently
As I stare at broken glass
And shiver without restraint
Lights glare, darkness bids me over
Day and Night
A thousand leaf clover
This is not luck, why should I believe
in anything, that cannot be seen
Blues and reds, brawl to the sounds
Of nothing working well
of living life bound
And it all dies,
whited out, blackened out
Away with the lies
Away with the sighs
Smiles twist, and forms are contorted
Ideas are born and immediately aborted
Fingers blur, and type in sentences
of madness and mirth,
it makes no sense.
escapism of another degree
it just doesnt let you free
Half dying, half rebirthing
New issues flood into the ruins
Each piece of the world, apart
nothing worth unearthing.
Life is still punishing
Nowhere to end,
nowhere to start
I'll tell you what
Its in the art.
Author notes
This was a spur of the moment thing, I was planning on doing something freeverse, but old roots run deep and so its not...really, oh well!
A contest entry
- ~Anything Goes~ by Charley-.
425 points, ended April 12, 2008, 125 entries
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Hello there and thanks for entering reading your piece i have to agree was moving and very creative thanks for sharing and best of luck to you
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wow this is... just... amazing.. (is there any word better than amazing.. nope cant think of any)
WOW
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Thanks! So glad you liked it...Im very proud of my poem!
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Do you want to see a therapist?
Call me at 1-800- I'M A LOONY FROG
The poem is pretty good. It's just not a state of mind I'd want to be in.
*chants like drunk king from 'The Great Race'*
I hope you win, I hope you win...
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May I ask what that avatar is? Its not the kind of avatar I would want. BOOOOom!
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It's a picture of Linda Goodman that someone drew, and it looks better when it's blown up a bit. It means a lot to me!
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Um, DID you JUST change it again?
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