Ended pain leaves the impression of true happiness;
Painted across my soul in bold sharpie inked letters.
I sit in silence listening to miscarried brain rhythms argue against the absurd.
“You, him, and happiness; when has that ever worked before?” the rhythms seem to say.
“Shut up” I grumble to my brain wishing it would let me sleep,
And let me dream, dreams so pleasant even fuzzy kittens look in disgust.
But I guess I’m up for another night of the zombie killing dream.
“Damn she’s pathetic” my mind and soul finally agree.
“It’s his fault, he made me this way,” I say in my own defense.
Brain and soul taunt me with things I refuse to say out loud.
Fearing but secretly wanting the illogical truth they both seem to provide.
I gasp in the dark, and realization hits and I try to think of something else.
The fact that this was almost a love poem stares me in the face,
And words like the dreaded M almost entered my mind.
Ok logging out, time for bed….
But I can’t help but think maybe this was the answer to cloud envy.
A contest entry
- i'm not asleep, only dreaming with my eyes closed. by flight.
500 points, ended October 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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cloud envy? i'm not sure i like that because
i'm not sure exactly what you're trying to say
by using those two words together, explain?
i did like this over all though, it felt prosy, which
is fine...and very ironic the M thing (for me at least)
i like it.
peace to all ~flight -
Tell a story effectively through evocative and appropriate imagery although it seems to fall into prose in places, perhaps this was the intention? Nice communication of feeling throughout. Good luck in your contest. Thanks for sharing.
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i hate those internal battles.
especially when im too tired to focus.
well done. i like this write a lot.
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