Thought Monster

April 13, 2010
By , Shanghai, AL
I think
There is a monster that eats at my thoughts
My mind
These words are describing my poor imagination
When I search my mind for the
Slightest bit
Of creativity
It comes up
Blank
I enter my boring blank mind:
Random thoughts
Bounce off my white cushioned walls
Of my imagination
I think
There is a monster that eats at my thoughts
My mind
The walls are my limits
Of my body and soul
It traps me like a mental
Patient
Tied up and
Trapped in a
Cushioned white room
When I strain my ears to hear any artistic ideas
I find soothing elevator music
Coming softly
Through the walls
I sigh mentally
It gave me no answer
No clue.
I think
There is a monster that eats at my thoughts
My mind
Useless thoughts
Ricochet
Here
And there
I strain my eyes to see
An image of creativity
All I see is never ending white
I think
There is a monster that eats at my thoughts
My mind
As infinite as space
Then again, we don’t know
If space
Have limits like my imagination
I’m trapped in my own walls
For ever
And ever
I think
There is a monster that eats at my thoughts
My mind…





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madii said...
May 8, 2010 at 2:51 pm
Hey!  I really like ur poem ;)
 
Minghang replied...
May 8, 2010 at 4:34 pm
in what way you like it, do you worry about the same thing?
 
madii replied...
May 8, 2010 at 4:52 pm
hey minghang... i like it bc ya know when u are in that place between sleep and awake?  i love that place bc it seems like i have crystal clear thoughts and ideas... but then when i'm fully awake, i forget some of the details of my thoughts... i try to write them down right away but its like something is stealing them from me with every waking moment...
 
BlueSkySeattle said...
May 7, 2010 at 5:20 pm
While you are worrying about losing ur creativities, I worry about losing my edge
 
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