it ain't the write time
By freudian-slip
The clock in front of me is much too tired
to tick
while my mind's cyclical thought process
is wound
to obsessive-compulsive
nonsense
and I'll get around
to making some sort of sense of this mess
of an attempt
at poetry
as soon as I lay down the lids
and commence
a thoughtless breath
where my dreams are simply void of
what if
and how come
or why not
am i able
with conscious ink
to write anymore
about
you
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© 2008 the-rapist
Published on Saturday, April 19, 2008.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "it ain't the write time"
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A former member wrote:
It's writing like this that taught me to keep a pen and paper close to the dresser, words sometimes come at the most innapropriate time, I now sleep with one eye open.
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On Saturday, April 19, 2008, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
How the clock does stay still longer as the mind will race. Sometimes void can be so sweet.
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A former member wrote:
agree w/ hdb. this was fantastic
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A former member wrote:
that last stanza was just oh so powerful. very very intense read.
and very well done. ~ hdb.