Yes, I’m strange
Slightly deranged
I’ve rearranged
My thoughts and fears
Stopped thoughtless tears
Watching the dawns light caper
Within the dying flame of my taper
I’m holding my breath
For no good reason
Dancing with death
Between each season
Casting words to puerile paper
No idea beyond right now
My mind slips
My heart trips
And I don’t really know how
To stop this rambling rhyme
That’s wasting precious time
Tick tock, goes the clock
Hanging crooked upon the wall
I stare and stare
I don’t really care
That my heart’s about to fall
Down an endless flight of stairs
The well worn fabric of reality tears
And clouds consume the skies
I wake and blink my leaden eyes
The clock on the wall falters and dies
The pen in my hand dies too.
Author notes
hmmmm....I'm thinking:
Deranged Cousin?
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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wow i like that rhyme it makes me want to check your stuff out very good write
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Take out the pen
to release the beast.
Random thoughts are just ingredients to a great idea.
I think thats what happened here.
I feel you just let it roll on this one...
and it landed on 7's all the way through.
Time is something man made, so waisting it is in the eye of the reader.
This was time well spent in my opinion.
It made me feel,
so it is Art to me.
You should be proud gypsy,
you have the gift.
I thank you for sharing it with strangers,
for your work has made me a friend to you.
Keep on pushin,
straight ahead,
LOWELL
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Deranged Cousin
LOL, I think not. If they truly see the essence of the genuine emotion pouring forth from this offering, then they will not hesitate to add you to their family in a more fitting role.
You have told alot within this structure of rhyme. You do justice with your pen to the thoughts as they come pouring forth. I applaud you.
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Great poem. Very well written. Thanks for entering my contest i wish you the best of luck. And a Deranged Cousin sounds great. :]]
love,
Shelly
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