You request a stream of consciousness but alas my thoughts don’t flow,
untethered by the past,
or fearless of the future.
Pent up emotions, old emotions, do not know,
who I am;
not now.
I swell and surge and sometimes wish I could break the bank,
ride the wave,
learn to be free,
discover true consciousness by awakening subconsciousness,
afraid to be;
bury finally the frightened me.
Nature at its best flows
freely ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I drip
like an unpredictable tap . . . . .. . .
Author notes
at least I'm not predictable I suppose
A contest entry
- Something Different by Exodus.
525 points, ended March 10, 2008, 27 entries
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Comments
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I think the last thing that could describe this piece is predictable. Interesting works. Unique too. Almost abstract.
Thank you
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You say quite a bit in this write, but the part that stands out the most realates to me. I wish I could bury the frightened me as well. A great write. I hope you do well in the contest.
Kelli
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