Well, this is something I haven’t done in a while….and sadly, it used to be my passion in life. I lived words and poetry, But things changed, my words got spooked and learned to hide….and I stopped talking. I hate the apologetic looks when I battle to find a word, while the other person jump in and finish my sentence for me. I didn’t forget the word, I know exactly what it is…..it’s just my brain, not connecting fast enough with the language part, to give me the correct word to use.. Anyway, no one’s fault but annoyed me enough to keep silent. It is, what it is…..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I got this idea a couple of nights ago. I had some cropped up words, but my mood was too shitty to attempt to blog, so I started a poem to get it out of me.. I decided to post it here. I’ve always been too shy to share my poetry but WTF, this page is more like a glorified journal, rather than a blog, so I might as well share it. To the one or two reading this, please take note…..I write words, to say what I feel. I write words, to say what I am too scared to say. It might not rhyme and it might not be good, but it’s my words, and I call it poetry….<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think I hear a muffled thought!
Nope….it’s just a loud silence
echoing through the halls of Fluff,
constructed in my skull.
It’s been growing…..the Fluff. Creeping deeper, getting denser, absorbing…..
what’s left of my identity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first, I didn’t notice… I didn’t see.
I was tangled in a web of white coats.
feverously teaching me, how to walk,
how to talk. How to be…..
But I was too busy fighting the war
between denial and truth,
Waged by my obsession.
Destined to end only in Death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And ye,t I sit all day. Waiting. Listening.
Hoping….to hear a thought again.
I can feel the cloud of Fluff
filling up spaces,
growing heavy, greedily sucking,
getting fat, on my personality…..
Will this… Will this be my destiny?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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