Thoughts of a Poetic InsomniacAs time passes by, thoughts run full throttle through my head. Thoughts of he, thoughts of she, thoughts of us, and thoughts of what could be. Caught in the current, I get carried away. So many things running through my brain. I feel if anyone were to look in, the would think that I am insane. Poetry in motion, I stand in the shower and wish that I could write; so many good ideas and poems run through my head, but they vanish before I can ever get them down.Thoughts of a Poetic Insomniac
Thoughts. Thoughts. I am constantly thinking. Non-stop like a plane from here to the ends of the Earth. I can't type or write quickly enough to get them all down.
We Were Not AshamedCreated of light from the universe Naked came I into the world. No clothing, no defenses Just raw material waiting to be shaped.We Were Not Ashamed
When I came to my senses knowing I was being watched Ashamed of my shape and my form did I become. Scrutinized and critisized, stripped down to the tender layer very deep inside Before the world i stood. I was naked and I was ashamed.
Building up layers and defences for years So that I might never be hurt again. The walls went up all around me And my heart was hidden in a fortress
Then she came into my life and she loved me
My Secret Garden and SanctuaryThe tides of the world in which I am in are changing, ever evolving, going into to ground and areas which I have yet to see or experience. And I sit here and wonder is it she who is causing these changes, or is it I who is allowing myself to experience this for the very first time? Perhaps it is a little bit of both, but what I do know is this: the song, you know THAT song, the truth that it once held for me is slowly starting to fade away into the distance.My Secret Garden and Sanctuary
If you pay the price,she'll let you deep inside but there's a secret garden she hides
Hide, I always used to hide. And now, I am here right before you, professin
Dividing LineIn my mind, in my world, and in my eyes, there exists The Dividing Line. The line between happy and sad, between mentally ill and healthy, between where people are and where I am. The Dividing line is a chasim between the world and I. Separated am I from the group, from the people I love, from those who care for me. Cornered by my issues, my emotions and my lack of progress. People are getting better, she is getting better, and I am getting nowhere. That line, that becomes the chasim, that becomes the source of my sadness, that becomes my tears. I am separated. I am surrounded by people, and yet I feel so alone so much of the time. I am ableDividing Line
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"Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh, you can't catch me,"
When something's fair, it doesn't have to be realistic. Fair and realistic might be synonyms in the best of all possible words, but if so, this was not that world.
Stephen King - misery (the book
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