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Mind's Edge
Words keep me spinning
Thoughts never ending
Mind brought to the edge of insanity
Can't type fast enough
Every piece I write
100 more to take its place
Wake up my minds already in overdrive
Emotion overload
Bitches always wanting more
No one cares
No one sees
This gift they call it
Is just a curse for me
Thoughts never ending
Mind brought to the edge of insanity
Can't type fast enough
Every piece I write
100 more to take its place
Wake up my minds already in overdrive
Emotion overload
Bitches always wanting more
No one cares
No one sees
This gift they call it
Is just a curse for me
Published 15th Sep 2011
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Anonymous
15th Sep 2011 6:27am
Few words that hold lots of meaning. Thanks for sharing and well done!
15th Sep 2011 8:54am
15th Sep 2011 8:39am
These words are our curse and our blessing. These thoughts are what ground our reality,
Or we can drown in the waters of thought. You summed it up quite nicely! =D
Or we can drown in the waters of thought. You summed it up quite nicely! =D
15th Sep 2011 8:58am
So true, they are in many ways both, like a double edged sword. Thank you for such a grounded comment :)
10th Aug 2012 4:03pm
So many thoughts vying for pride of place. The price we pay, a nonsensical twist. Well put, great write. Keep it up.
10th Oct 2012 11:58pm
Anonymous
10th Jan 2013 12:34pm
Cool poem, F P.
Love the urgency and short bursts of intensity.
But, if I may ask....
Who are the bitches?
Happy more-penning!
Cheers
Tidespotter
Love the urgency and short bursts of intensity.
But, if I may ask....
Who are the bitches?
Happy more-penning!
Cheers
Tidespotter
25th Feb 2013 11:08am
26th Feb 2013 8:47am
