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Poems written poorly at 440 in the morning;
deep thoughts surrendering to sloppy ink forms,
dark feelings discarded as black smudges against white
and finally released from its incarceration
my mind, now free, floats away into dreams
deep thoughts surrendering to sloppy ink forms,
dark feelings discarded as black smudges against white
and finally released from its incarceration
my mind, now free, floats away into dreams
Published 22nd Nov 2014
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22nd Nov 2014 8:33am
I like the honesty and angst you share in this write. Words all inspiring poets can relate too.
23rd Nov 2014 10:03am
22nd Nov 2014 12:51pm
whether it's a literary masterpiece or a writing exercise... it's cathartic nature is unparalleled.
much enjoyed Sammy
much enjoyed Sammy
23rd Nov 2014 10:04am
I am glad you can relate, and I am glad you enjoyed this. Thank you Yekaterina!
22nd Nov 2014 12:57pm
good write sammy....
like your use of numerals...especially without the dot, i.e. 4.40...
i don't know...440 title and again in the poem seems to make it more powerful...
lol....what a weird thing to say...i think i need to go to bed... :)
like your use of numerals...especially without the dot, i.e. 4.40...
i don't know...440 title and again in the poem seems to make it more powerful...
lol....what a weird thing to say...i think i need to go to bed... :)
23rd Nov 2014 10:07am
haha Thank you Kate. I am glad you liked it. I need to figure out the secret to good titles. It sounds like this one worked. haha And going to bed is what inspired this poem.
Anonymous
22nd Nov 2014 1:04pm
almost like levitation,lifting off into its orbit..,
23rd Nov 2014 10:08am
It sounds like you have some experience with this concept too. Thanks for reading!
23rd Nov 2014 1:47am
23rd Nov 2014 10:09am
