tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post8015066763561266553..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Thursday January 16th, 2014Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-45182958353944984762014-01-23T15:57:02.419-08:002014-01-23T15:57:02.419-08:00Greg - oh good lord, I can just imagine him wantin...Greg - oh good lord, I can just imagine him wanting to do that...<br /><br />Good to hear from Dr. Fraud again, it's been much too long! Though I'm not sure that poor policeman is quite so pleased as I...<br /><br />Shelby - hello and welcome to the blog! Thanks for stopping in to share your writing with us and I hope we'll see more from you here :)<br /><br />Wonderful poem, full of emotion and vivid imagery. I think my favorite line is "If I cry my tears will float away", but it's a close call with several others.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-64838256493403933802014-01-19T17:00:45.576-08:002014-01-19T17:00:45.576-08:00
My world feels twisted
As if everything is abstra...<br />My world feels twisted<br />As if everything is abstract<br />Nothing is level<br />Even you now are a twisted blur<br /><br />In the midst of morning<br />Everything lingers around me<br />As if gravity has never existed<br />The air chills my bones<br />I feel so frozen I could shatter<br /><br />If I cry my tears will float away<br />As if never existing at all<br />I feel lost in this twisted version of me<br />Reality has nested its way in <br />to my broken heart<br /><br />When I scream silence implodes my voice<br />As if sound has never existed<br />I wonder if your gentle voice was an illusion<br />My world is twisted and disrupted<br />Is it beyond fixable?<br /><br />Will my world have to shatter<br />Be put back together piece by piece <br />For it to be level once more?<br />For everything to return the way it should be?<br /><br />Things shatter in thin air<br />They float away as if never existing<br />As if none of it meant anything<br /><br />As the wind picks up<br />You dissipate to dust<br />Everything being blown out of reach<br />Everything twisted beyond my control<br />Nothing seems salvageable<br /><br />I reach for it all<br />I reach out for you<br />I scream for you<br />My voice is nothing but silent illusions<br />My tears are nothing but false hopesShelby.thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04081766067250820996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-80426520570648230752014-01-17T01:10:50.874-08:002014-01-17T01:10:50.874-08:00Heh, it sounds like you must have had a small tant...Heh, it sounds like you must have had a small tantrum on your hands then as he objected to not being allowed to run home alongside the car! Well done on getting through it though!<br />I like the jaunty, independent tone of the poem today, and the use of the world marquee in the second verse!<br /><br /><b>Delusions</b><br />"And how long have you been seeing policement for?" Dr. Fraud's tone was calm and steady, just as the refresher course he'd been on had recommended. He'd felt that the refresher course was seriously out of touch with the exigencies of modern pyschological practice, but at least they hadn't tried to insist that the DSM V was the only guide to mental illness.<br />"Since I started working," said the young man sitting on the couch. His face was sad and drawn, and his voice was listless. He was poking himself in the side with a pen. Dr. Fraud was wondering if he could describe this as self-harm or not. Self-harm was easily diagnosed with a prescription for a strong sedative and a lengthy course of therapy.<br />"Then I would definitely say you are delusional," said Dr, Fraud, making a decision. "The police department are all on strike for two weeks for better pay and fewer criminals."<br />"I work for the police department," said the young man. His uniform agreed with his words.<br />"Clearly delusional," said Dr. Fraud. "I just told you they're on strike, so you cannot be working if you are one of them. Yet you claim you are."<br />"...right."<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com