Paralyzed Words - Fruitless Battles
By Revisable Retina
Cluttered memories
Broken bottles - Broken dreams
Broken heart - Broken screams
Fictitious mortals - Logic absent
(Farther lost in all your bliss)
Sunken ships - Caved in stomach
Tied up - Bound down
Forgotten - Uncrowned
Awaiting angels - Attracting imps
Watching each syllable passing through your lips
Feeding and scrambling to keep up with each word
Sitting staring forward transfixed
Faltering as I grasp the concepts
All the while I study your movements
My mind holds nothing but incompetent thoughts
Silent screams of rage filled words
I begin passing the non existent judgment
Inspiration is beyond boundless boundaries
Infatuated with destructive day dreams
Begs for ease from wondering reluctant minds apart
Pulling on cigarettes on winter days
A circus of beats fill sound proof rooms
Sour lectures mindless wants
Longing for towers of strength
Planing another swift escape
Excessive analyzing
Taking rendering of your movements
Memorizing lips, memorizing touch
Immense feelings bruising me slightly
Pinching my skin plucking at my sanity
*Incapable of any strong feelings*
Paralyzed words - Fruitless battles
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-Wake up-
Comments on "Paralyzed Words - Fruitless Battles"
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On Thursday, November 29, 2007, Sketso
(416) wrote:
Great scott, what a return!!! 'My mind holds nothing but incompetent thoughts'... followed by 'Infatuated with destructive day dreams', and a faint glimmer of hope in the final two words, words I wish I could embrace, yet . . . I'm afraid to. This tower has fallen. You have painted a picture of the soul that an image could never portray, my friend. I'm awestruck.
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On Thursday, November 29, 2007, verablue
(106) wrote:
how is it that i haven't managed to see any of your writing until now? this was fantastic...the ended lingering in a haunting whisper. i must read more of you...
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On Thursday, November 29, 2007, Bella Butchery
(696) wrote:
Existentially I feel like this piece speaks more words about the self (quite ironic), than any 16 year old emo cutter could ever divulge. Your honesty speaks volumes and sets a tone for deeply reflective material that is uncommon to what I am used to seeing on this site, and what I am used to reading in general. People should take notes on how to write, and you should be the one giving the lecture. The vacuity in the beginning makes it all seem hopeless, but in the end there is a realization of hope (minus the melodramatic cliché), and makes me want to try harder in my own life.