My mind is timed down a dark receding line of wonder and "Can I get it right?"s.
oh why do I think such complicated thoughts, I'm on the brink of smashing a window.
My tongue gets twisted every time I speak and try to move my train of thought down the right track,
but the station is blurred so I don't know how to interact, with the soil beneath my feet and the air
between cracks in my teeth. The holes in my head are sensitive to every short breath and are
juxtaposed to the beams of starlight I once felt ignited in my bones. But my bones are frail,
leaving a reflective trail of words I once thought to say. Damn my pulse has raised, I'm sweating
for days and my knees are grazed from the concrete I've fallen off my skateboard onto.
But the pain fades as I build up a wall of paracetamol, laced with amnesia so I cannot feel at all.
but I wished I'd never felt or fell off at all. Then I'd be a better person.
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Tori (
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Well you must be still young to ride a skateboard but you ability to write good poetry belies your age . Gifted with insight you are .
WELCOME TORI ~ I WAS ANXIOUS AS A TEEN ~ But in my late 20's with a Degree and a Job and responsibility and more self assurance ~ the energy i used worrying I used to cope with the demands of everyday life. I live on my own (in a Flat) so basically i only have to please myself (and my current GF) so I have less to worry about ~ but of course I still worry a bit (we all do !). Right now I'm worried about my Friends in MANCHESTER (UK) ~ see my poems. Thinking of you ~ as your last line suggests ~ the less we worry the better the Person we become. Yours BRIAN Your poem is very well written !
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