thishopelessfeelingrushingrunningconstantlythroughmyheaduntilmythoughtsironica llycantfunction.memories,eulogiesthatformonmyepitaphofthispastyearhauntmewithk isses,hugs,lovethatiwillneverrecieveagain.sometimessolateatnightwhennooneisaro undihavenothinglefttodobutsuffocateinthewordsthatcloudmyeyesandblockmythroat.m aybeallineedtodois
(breathe)
somymindcan take a breath and sort through the diary i have kept in my head for so long without organizing
but sometimes right before the sun begins to rise
my
mind
stops
thinking
..
...
....
and I draw a blank
when so much becomes so little
like a city before an atomic bomb
the after-effects are almost more devastating
then before I took a breath
when my mind
wentamileaminutethroughinfinatespaceandtime.atleastwhilemythoughtsandquestions bombardedmewithoutanytimetoanswer,iknewiwasaliveandfeeling.evenifididntquiteun derstandwhatexactlywastuggingonmyheart.atleastiknewiqualifiedaslife.
(breathe)
My thoughts
::stop::
and when thoughts stop
that person is no longer alive
Should I strive to be that bomb, going a mile a minute. Or deal with the dead silence that follows when the panic stops.
Author notes
“Is there no way out of the mind?”
A contest entry
- Sylvia And I Want To Extend An Invite ... by righteousme.
1400 points, ended December 1, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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wow, very abstract but i liked it! thanks for sharing!!!
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either way ... you are brilliant and beautiful the way you are ... great take on the prompt ... thank you so much for your time and talent in this contest ...
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A'hhh I'm first to tear this up.lol I really like the form you used,the running together of words.
Keep writing, and just tell the voices you will take them on vacation-soon.
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