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Motivate Me
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Motivate Me |
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prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
Motivate Me Motivate me, Set my mind free— Of the rotten fruits, On this poisonous tree— Synaptic neurons, bound and laced, In my brain, closed off—encased— A chaotic mess of crooked wires, Touching, oozing—toxic waste. Thrives—this tangle—just behind, Ruby hair and greenish eyes. Camouflaged in hidden secret, Breeds madness—trapped, by disguise— I wish—I pray for a magical switch, To stop the lunacy of this brain’s glitch. Ending thoughts of churning pace, Forced—expunged down a drainage ditch. A yearning—possessed—to break the chains, And liberate this twisted, inoperable brain. To eradicate obsessive, tiring torment— Ending—completely—the grief and pain. To think with lucidity—take control— Clear mind will relieve this wearied soul, Painstaking struggles—clean my skull— Motivate me to make myself whole. |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
"I wish—I pray for a magical switch, To stop the lunacy of this brain’s glitch. Ending thoughts of churning pace, Forced—expunged down a drainage ditch. A yearning—possessed—to break the chains, And liberate this twisted, inoperable brain. To eradicate obsessive, tiring torment— Ending—completely—the grief and pain." Hey Prize. It's been awhile since I have read something from yeah. This is a solid drop for sure. you are getting much better in your delivery and rhymes. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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Rocheal Junior Member
since 2009-03-15
Posts 25 |
I really like the last verse. Good job.  |
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Ethernaut Junior Member
since 2009-04-07
Posts 31NT, Australia |
A pleasure to read, though a sorrow to experience. |
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Emmanuel New Member
since 2009-05-31
Posts 1 |
Looking back always seems easier to do than looking forwards I don't know why Perhaps it is the benefit of hindsight Clouding one's judgement And obscuring one's fear of journeying into the unknown. Still, facing the past is easier than preparing for the future I don't know why Perhaps it is the desire for time to stand still And allow one To feel confident in established routines Rather than out of one's depth in unfamiliar circumstances. Yearning for the past I have little desire To finally close the chapter In the book of a life, my life, Which no longer feels fulfilled Without those who have either deserted or predeceased me Wishing instead to turn back the clock to earlier happier times. Looking back one increasingly finds oneself searching For the inner security one enjoyed as a child The inner-peace one experienced from not knowing All life's woes which trouble one as one gets older, And the childhood happiness Of experiencing that which seemed to be the 'everlasting' love of the boy of one's dreams. Looking to the future my life now seems empty Having once found 'Mr Right' and foolishly let him go; Having bought myself, and kitted out, a flat Which increasingly resembles a house but not a home I feel empty and alone No longer having that 'significant other' in my life to inspire/motivate me. At times it seems there is no light at the end of the tunnel, Nor no end to the pit into which I have sunk Desperately seeking, without success, to turn back the clock Or, at least, stand still to avoid facing the future Alone without the man of my dreams by my side To comfort and sustain me against the storms of life. And yet, at other times, life seems bearable If not exactly enjoyable without a soul-mate As, all too briefly, one's anxiety and loneliness subsides And one feels once again content if not necessarily happy At peace if not necessarily overjoyed In an all-too-brief interval of warmth and light. Where I am going I know not Nor can I answer why I am here Or where I see myself in ten months', let alone ten years', time. For now I feel stuck As a piece of litter, cast aside To be tossed about by the wind and rained upon in the cold dark storms of life. Somewhere out there I know a key is waiting To be found, for me to find it, and unlock the door to a life if not worth living At least one more fulfilled than my seemingly endless existence Without job-satisfaction from work or the companionship of a partner All I need is the self-confidence and self-respect To continue hunting until I find it and, on finding/rediscovering it, to hold onto it. ___________ lead quality new home rebate |
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