Poeticlunacy's profile
AGE:
29
LOC: Owensboro, KY
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 20
LOC: Owensboro, KY
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 20
I am full of contradictions, but I’m not a hypocrite.I don’t like chauvinists, bigots, loudmouths, liars, talking politics, or people who pretend to understand things that have long since past their realm of comprehension. I appreciate honesty, humor, a little insanity, and anyone who can deal with my randomness. I am a writer, a poet, a lunatic. I attempt to put into words the chaos in my mind and it usually ends up only making sense to me, but that’s okay. I believe life is what you can squeeze out of it and if you don’t like lemonade, most of the time you’re going to be upset about the selection. I am not a pessimist, I am a realist with a fantastical imagination that I wish I could somehow conjure into reality. I like bright colors …
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Misery That point- Wilted half forgotten flowers scream from the table. The music, normally soothing is making me hunt for the remote and the ’off ’ button. The light is too bright and it hurts my thoughts. The air is too cold and the room is too empty and too full. No one is here and it is too noisy. When it rains it pours and my brain is flooded. Too much of everything. Everyone constantly asks if I’m alright-NO! I’m not alright! I want to scream but it would make my head hurt. I need to cr...
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Dark. Feeling my way with arms outstretched. Going in circles, the same walls at every turn. I'm trapped and you are on the other side of the cage laughing at me-you locked it. You hold me here, or I do. I could leave, but I would be blinded by the sunlight-I've grown so accustomed to your darkness. I feel like I could die in here and no one would ever find me or know. I love you , or I'm dependent on you-right now I can't tell which. I hate myself. It's too dark in here for me.
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The stars don't sing since you left. The night seems too quiet- Like a room in the wee hours when no one else is awake. You know that sound- Peace mingled with loneliness and fear. If only I could have filled that silence. Found a way to make the sun stay up so you never had to endure the night- So you never had to be afraid. If only there were a God that cared enough to notice us. I wish you weren't gone. I miss you.
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My mother lies there and I sit helpless. Poke, stick Needles of every size- My mother is now a pincushion. The seamstresses are her quiet nurses. The master seamstress is fat and smells of cheap shampoo and hospital soap Like everything else, clinical and overly clean As if she was scrubbed her 'uniform white' by force. My mother doesn't protest the sticks anymore I think I feel them more than she does. These women in white, and one in periwinkle blue, act like they are trying to be gentle. T...
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Little candle- Bright you shine in this lonely world of mine. Flicker-flicker, hold on tight, Shatter my unending night. Bring back a passion for this life bright softness and hope back in sight. For hope you are and hope you'll be, so please do not burn out on me.
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My account was hacked recently and this really had me laughing...I have fixed it now...I really thought this was cute. Love that you picked a subject that everyone can relate to. I really like it...
I'm not really sure it's poetry in a conventional sense, but it's very vivid. The imagery and the detail are really great. You bring to mind the "clumps of brain cooked too long" and even the smell of something rancid comes to mind. I'm a really visual person and when I can envision what someone is writing I always appreciate it. I will not say that I like the poem, I'm still up in the air about that. I'm not sure I like the feeling it left me with. I do like the imagery and the words you cho...
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