My writing feels lyrical and
it says just what I mean
Thoughts, fluid from my mind
This pen, a tenuous tool
I think too fast
I feel too deep
My head hurts
all the time
My hand just won’t
write fast enough
Extraneous thoughts
they linger.
Writing, writing
just keep writing
Thinking, thinking
can’t stop thinking
The mosaic of thoughts,
a menagerie circling
Montage of pictures
Medley of sounds
I try making
sense of it all,
But it just
keeps spinning
Write it down
that just makes sense
But no one
understands
Me, my mind,
my heart, my pen
None of it
means a thing
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Author:
Phoenix (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm nobody who are you? are you nobody too? - Emily Dickinson Just to find where I belong...to belong...somewhere.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very good write.
You belong with the great poets!
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