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before the bramble and the muck.
you've got me second-guessing everything
so much that in the forefront of my mind,
before the bramble and the muck
an image flashes of me, wringing your neck.
and I cling to that image with all that i have.
it's all that is keeping me anchored here,
before the bramble and the muck;
accepting your kisses because you have no idea.
no fucking idea.
thoughtful, meaningful prose is hard to come by,
undefinable feelings turning into something cliche.
my hands are cold; I forgot how to warm them.
the bird are singing. I'm miles away.
and this is all an act of desperation.
inspiration isn't free when im stuck up here
anchored to my fear of being alone.
it'll cost me my pride, i suppose.
oh, what a dignified act it would be..
to grasp your tiny neck in my hands..
the face I kissed in my indifference
turning a satisfying shade of maroon.[/font]
so much that in the forefront of my mind,
before the bramble and the muck
an image flashes of me, wringing your neck.
and I cling to that image with all that i have.
it's all that is keeping me anchored here,
before the bramble and the muck;
accepting your kisses because you have no idea.
no fucking idea.
thoughtful, meaningful prose is hard to come by,
undefinable feelings turning into something cliche.
my hands are cold; I forgot how to warm them.
the bird are singing. I'm miles away.
and this is all an act of desperation.
inspiration isn't free when im stuck up here
anchored to my fear of being alone.
it'll cost me my pride, i suppose.
oh, what a dignified act it would be..
to grasp your tiny neck in my hands..
the face I kissed in my indifference
turning a satisfying shade of maroon.[/font]
Published 2nd Feb 2010
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2nd Feb 2010 7:30pm
...poetry - at times random even inexplicable images can pop up at you grab your head and lead you off somewhere else. I thought this was all symbolically connected to the creative process itself which is usually a love you/hate you relationship - until I read the last stanza. It may in fact go a whole lot deeper - so I'll just say: "enjoyable and thought provoking" and then shut up before I land in that muck you mention and get tangled up in brambles.
2nd Feb 2010 7:37pm
I had a dream last night about strangling the gentleman i am currently associating myself with.
you weren't incorrect in thinking it was about the writing process itself. It was just that, mixed with the terrifying feeling of wanting to strangle someone because i feel creatively stifled.
you weren't incorrect in thinking it was about the writing process itself. It was just that, mixed with the terrifying feeling of wanting to strangle someone because i feel creatively stifled.
7th Jul 2010 4:53pm
