August 11, 08
A fore-seen fog
Prevailing mental facades,
Uprooting life itself to envelop-
But not kill for there is no death-
Predicted for you,
Unconsciousness like no other,
Seeing without the eyes
Staring but not interpreting,
For that takes the steel allegiance
Of eager perception.
Taking roughed with bleeding tongues,
To walls of breaking down to paint,
"Like a gypsy chasing freedom-
The colours chase the sun!"
Unlikely for me to do.
-Inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Ennui"
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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