I live for the moments in life
in which it seems as though the
significant cognitive functions in my brain
cease
and all that exists is the moment I inhabit.
Like lying in the bath
making animals from the bubbles.
The beastly battle between
Lemon scented T-rex and elephant
raging
above the placid waters.
Until reality seeps back in
and the realisation that you are
nearly twenty and shouldn’t be doing such things
is all the you can think of.
She’s picking daisies
Still believing they will reveal
He lovers interests
He loves me?
He wants to fuck me?
Sorry for the lack of commitment,
the seeming immaturity.
But I can’t function,
the daisies do not speak
not clearly anyway.
If I hadn’t though about it
I’d have kissed you then
but
The moment is lost.
Wait for another.
A contest entry
- In Conversation with by NurseChilly.
1400 points, ended June 15, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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short and sweet
To be lost in moment and have while your there. What more cloud you ask for.
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well cognition is all that we have at times, to be able to make choices and look into ourselves.. and also hindsight- ain't she a bitch huh... another moment lost. I think many of us have had that moment too
well done and many thanks for entering this contest
G.x
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