Something MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

Iam
incapable
of
escapable
thought,
trapped betweenthoughts
and rocks
and decisions
making me nauseated
and then I ampuking up
all my could be's
and maybe's
and never was's
because theywere gnawing
at my insides
and taking up too much space.
Iam
incapable
of
understandable
thought,
caught and sinking
ina mess of i's and you's
ready to suffocate in it
scribbling last bursts ofwords
all over my palms
up my arms
to be absorbed
andre-distributed
in little boxes
marked "fragile."
Iam
unable
to put myself
back together,
decomposing
underpressure,
crumbling,
weak at the joints,
waiting.
just waiting.






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i love this so much!

on Dec. 1 2016 at 9:13 am
SwankySally GOLD, Monroe, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."-Robert Frost

i like that this is something different. This reminds me somewhat of E.E Cummings whenever he changes the poetic structures and makes you think of what to put together, whenever you took some require spacing out in Iam and stuff like that. Its cool. Good job.

Tari said...
on Nov. 16 2008 at 12:30 am
I must say, this certainly deserves to be on the top spot... Daddy's Womb isn't very impressive. But still, your poem is quite thought-provoking and sad but pretty at the same time. Keep it up! And this really does deserve more recognition than it gets. ;D


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