pupils dilate,
the mind screams,
warning signs
painted in flouresent green,
reserves of water
are all used up,
things will return
to our normal by lunch
skin can touch paper,
and the ink can soak into the page,
but it is the nimble fingers
that fill with true rage,
the mind taken by a fever,
and deep inside,
you know it's wrong,
but your head tells you
to go along
so you chose the wrong door,
don't wait around
for even more,
make your great escape
and head a different way,
you are trying to be free,
it's written in your face
douse the senses
with some real life
or we'll get too caught up
in what happened that night,
remembering is easy
and forgetting is bling,
cut off my fingertips,
you're all too kind
Author notes
This is a jumble of my thoughts ...only all in abstract forms...I kind of like it. I also wrote this last night.
So how was it?
Comments
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Hey, i like this! It was real intense ,yet all over the place ,yet i knew where you were going with it... It was a great way with your emotions. Good job.
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Thank you!
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