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Jigsaw |
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Octave Member
since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
This was written on whim and impulse and lack of sleep. No rhyme! Shocker. Not sure about this. Jigsaw Hello, it’s late My begging brain is still awake I’m creeping into a nocturnal state But who am I to blame? Curtains are drawn against a Moving sea of fleeting shapes Cruel and dark and so necessary They crack my skull and leak into my mind Here I Am A single clay piece fitting into the Splattered fractures of my time With the hilarity of my loneliness Married with a choking sense of claustrophobia But who am I to blame? Joints crack to fill the silences That slither through a guilty existence How easy it is to sit back and Murmur with the pulsing pain I’m one single silly strand woven into the Matted hair of a passing phase Pondering meaningless points Ironic – isn’t it? But who am I to blame. [This message has been edited by Octave (01-07-2010 12:11 PM).] |
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m48 Member
since 2009-12-02
Posts 108 |
i am not exactly sure how to comment on this besides, interesting to say the least and ur look at being unable to sleep is defenintly unique. made me think for sure. |
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freeand2sexy Senior Member
since 2008-09-12
Posts 704CA, USA |
I really like this. It still had some sort of rhyme, which was nice. It was very interesting and original. It was good especially since it was on a whim and lack of sleep. I think, for me, I write better when I'm tired! I'm weird like that.  “All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.”--Oscar Wilde |
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