Monday, 17 June 2013

Free writing flow

Sometimes
It all just gets too much
Ad you find yourself 
Lying in bed
Writing tear stained poetry 
When the world is hiding
Pebbles in your pockets
That you feel all at once.

One for inadequacy.
One for the happiness
You had then lost
One for the future
(The biggest stone of all) 

Detachment
To be detached.
Be detached from ones self.
To separate 
That changed face 
From half eaten 
Love songs
And jigsaw
pieces lying 
Inert.

To Ignore the
Familiarity of
Those eyes
With misty wars 
behind them
Those hands
With lines as deep
As rivers
Running their
course

To try
And forget
Butterflys 
Whipping through
Arteries
To remember 
Empty words
To realise
The difference 
Between past
And present
Is change



Do we start just how we end?
As strangers
Studying every feature
Looking for hints
One clue to
Who you are
Or who you became.

Sometimes it's good to just write stuff out and see what's going on inside.

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