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Mental vomit
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Mental vomit |
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Capricious Member
since 2002-09-14
Posts 89California, USA |
The blinking cursor. Pristine virtual pages Burning themselves into my retinas, mocking me With unharnessed potential. It’s ironic -- All living creatures strive for harmony, for some Balance with their environment, searching for that Perfect niche that meets their every need – And that’s where I live. Oh, not perfect exactly, But close enough to feel complete at the end of the day, To sink into dreams without shadows, awaken Without dread, without the terrible need That drives the more desperate souls. That’s just it, I think. The need is missing. The emptiness that burns, that freezes, The slithering darkness that coils in my belly, Crowding the deep reaches of my soul, until It awakens some dormant primal instinct -- That urge to cleanse what is unclean, To excise the cancer, to chew off the diseased limb Lest the whole be corrupted. The rest is easy; mental vomit, as it were, Delicately rearranged into literary Rorschach. But contentment is the antiverse; poetic apathy Was in the small print, I suppose. Nobody ever reads that. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your title kind of threw me, but your writing is really good. enjoyed the pondering... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You make me wish I'd studied more, so I can do more than applaud you with A for content.  "The need is missing." It'll come back. It's like feeding cats. *laughing* Beauty you are, inside and out. There's more lines here that I love, but lines? tsk... Far too many went up my nose and now I stand in too many trying to repair the damage of days gone by. Now I write bad lines too. (And I HAD sworn off the stuff.) The need comes back. It's lovely to read you, and such fine finesse you have...I do believe I've always loved you.  Thanks for a wonderfully intriguing poetic supper.  |
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