Saturday, August 16, 2008

Lost

Sometimes I crave your freedom -
your ability to turn words into
symmetry,
fling yourself into blank paper
and cover it with
nostalgic memories.

I have become a hostage
in my own head,

unable to create
unable to purify
this morbid existence.

While you wrap yourself
around syllables of poetic bliss,

I fill up my pages with
chaos –
cloudy thoughts that
steal beauty
and force darkness.

I want to bite from that stillness

corrupt my head

with your sunshine

and silence.

1 comment:

White Rose said...

This is so good! I understand that feeling. I guess that is why I keep writing to reach that "symmetry"!

I have all these words in my head and not sure how to put it to paper, but I keep plugging away. LOL!

"I fill up my pages with
chaos –
cloudy thoughts that
steal beauty
and force darkness.

I want to bite from that stillness

corrupt my head

with your sunshine

and silence."

This was just beautiful!