I'm falling off the planet;
I'm tripping on a dream.
I'm screaming into nothing -
Or nothings what it seems.
I'm losing my ambition,
For counting all the stars;
An undertaking understanding
That's neither near or far.
I'm calling all my lovers,
And my next of kin.
But my hand upon the telephone
Doesn't dare begin.
I'd love to call and tell you
That I won't be home today;
But I'm falling off the planet
And there's nothing more to say.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Oooooh...la la....yah, this is an anthem for the times...
I like this...it strikes chord...somewhere in my skull.
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Maybe it speaks to the self-indulgent parts of our personalities.
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"I'd love to call and tell you
That I won't be home today;
But I'm falling off the planet
And there's nothing more to say. "
Such a great ending. It really brings the whole piece together!
I really liked this.
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Balanced or unbalanced ... this poem has a dark feel of a tormented mind or lost soul who wishes to escape from life. The layout perhaps indicates someone trying to move forwards but being dragged back, while the flow of it is smooth making it an easy read. I like it
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