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Lexy
Senior Member

since 2003-01-28

Posts 1038
California

0 posted 2003-08-16 04:24 PM

I often awake with a rush.
Perhaps too much blood to the head.
Too many dreams I wish weren't me.
I sink into the brown leather folds of my past.
enveloped in comfort.
And then..
my ears are forced to hear the voices,
which drip consistently in this stale air.
Begging for the acknowledgment of my eyes to dry them.
Like the sun does cotton on a clothes line.
Stiff and fragrant.
And my fingers tap nervously along my pen..
sometimes
I'd give anything just to feel whole again.
Again, I scribble down words.
Then sit and darken this air with my tears.

I need a title. Help is welcome.

[This message has been edited by Lexy (08-16-2003 04:25 PM).]

green_itchy_stuff
Senior Member

since 2003-06-26

Posts 1929
New Caney, Tx

1 posted 2003-08-16 04:52 PM

you could call it Insomia. Nice write.

GIS

a trickle of music from a well
let it spill and roar like hell!

{Lord knows Im a VOODOO CHILD}-JIMI

mysticpoe
Senior Member

since 2003-02-28

Posts 883

2 posted 2003-08-16 06:28 PM

" I'd give anything " nice read.

mysticpoe

If nothing is something
then everything is
our thoughts and feelings
and all that exists.

cusick
Senior Member

since 2003-07-27

Posts 668

3 posted 2003-08-22 09:26 AM

Lovely poem. My favourite is (brown leather past). Thank you for the read. Maggie

SharaRose
Member Elite

since 2003-07-19

Posts 2501
Somewhere out there~

4 posted 2003-08-22 11:21 AM

Maybe "Forced To Hear the Voices" I don't know, but thanks for this read. I think we all go through this at one time, or another and can relate to the angst it brings with it. Hope you feel better soon.

SharaRose @-->--

Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer!

[This message has been edited by SharaRose (08-22-2003 11:22 AM).]

eor
Senior Member

since 2002-09-26

Posts 959
blues & greys

5 posted 2003-08-22 03:31 PM

"Awakened Dream" maybe, i don't know

anyways nice write

"in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums"

Kaoru

Member Elite

since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

6 posted 2003-08-23 03:19 AM

titles..titles..

hmm..

I can't help you with that, really, all of mine are really desperate attempts to relate to a poem I've written and often end up having nothing to do with it at all..

otherwise, the poem itself (which is far more important) is really good, as with all of your poetry.. I relate, or I just dig it that much..

*end rant*

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

7 posted 2003-08-23 02:07 PM

Lexy - yes yes I know this too

often awake with a rush.
Perhaps too much blood to the head.
Too many dreams I wish weren't me.

every single day . . .

a title? All I do is re-read my poem and the first word or feeling rather that comes to mind usually does it for me.
nice job
xxoo

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