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An eccentric writer's discontent
Contributed by
zenmind
on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 05:32:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Ah! Spit on this page!
It is wasting my space.
Pour sauce on this word so that it cannot be read.
Maybe it was never written.
Ha! A writer?
A slave maybe.
Maybe a true voice,
but definitely not a writer
In fact a blind spot will cover your peripheral vision.
Do you see grey?
It's all so silly.
You're vision is a pin prick.
prickle, prickle, prickle.
Your skull is getting softer.
prickle, prickle, prickle
Blood stained brow.
Your tears only flood the gates.
Over flow!
Wonderful!
Magnificent clarity!
My eyes are torn!
Ha!
I will sleep under the next bridge I cross,
full of mildew, must, and leapers.
I don't care.
I encompass all of these tragedies.
Sure!
Why not?
My skin is deterriorating anyway.
Let's play a game.
We'll call it
..........
something
.........
Ok it's a something game!
Do you understand?
Do you feel the magnitude that this possesses?
A something game!
Here in Santa Cruz in my 20th year!
Rejoice!
I will remember this trip.
Brush by quickly now,
the fall is shortening.
Every day is one hour extended past submission.
Only a flower will tell time now.
The leaves are dying by example.
Beautiful!
Dying by example!
I will die too.
This fall will be an end.
A beginning!
Sleeping wine lips.
Rosy finish.
My arms rest in filthe.
Garbage!
My hands in the midst of decay!
All happening now!
The tree is no longer breathing.
I cannot find a pulse,
and I only hear the vibration in the trunk under the dirt.
Wait those are the roots.
Who cares?
It's only a lie told by your other personalities.
Oh glorious day,
you have spoken dimly.
I am having trouble with my hearing.
My ears are full of wax.
Sometimes it seeps outwards,
a yellow bleeding bee hive.
Buzzing forward.
This does not compute!
Stop the eccentiricities!
File forward.
One step at a time.
Right then left.
Don't miss a step.
You'll find out why.
A life full of miss steps.
A joke!
A dream!
You'll learn.
The best way to lie is to teach the moon
to disregard the sun as an enemy!
Flying outward,
space expanding,
heart contracting,
blue nervous awakenings,
contagious reactions.
blind eyes.
All side effects of this waking's end.
Copyright ©
zenmind
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2004-12-02 17:32:26]
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Re: An eccentric writer's discontent
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by theMoth on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 05:42:48 PM AEST
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An interesting
and long read.
So, did you write your way
out of the block?
You can write about anything.
They always say writer's block is
just in your head.
Billy Corgan has a song about
getting over it,
on the Smashing Pumpkins'
Siamese Dream album...
"Hummer", I think.
Said something like
"Shame my tongue
Fat with promise all along"
--Mothy |
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Re: An eccentric writer's discontent
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by Essentially9 on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 06:15:44 PM AEST
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| good write. very interesting. |
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Re: An eccentric writer's discontent
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by arden on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 03:11:48 PM AEST
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well hell everyone else said "Interesting" and interesting is what came to mind when i read this but i cant say it cuz its over used.
so ill say: Different. lol
ok seriously i think it was a really cool write.
i thoroughly enjoyed it.
well done.
Arden |
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Re: An eccentric writer's discontent
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by Ina on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 12:59:09 AM AEST
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This is efin great! Interesting? Ugh how i hate that, that word; that word is like a blank page.
This poem is really original, and being original is like being a virgin nowadays, it's hard, it's almost like typing up the ten commandments.
We should talk. Exchange ideas, when I am sober of course.
Thank you very much for your meaningful comment on the Nachos poem. YOu were so right about going full circle, tonight I could have written another poem that would have ended the same. same. clone of emotions.
i am very impressed. |
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