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Muddy Streams (Other) by princesszoe
They lied I tell you as I think my lightweight thoughts. They scud
across my brain like so much cirrus in the sky of my mind. Does it rain
here? Yes, on the dark days. But when they will come I do not know. I
never know. And really I am someone else when they come. I dig in the
mud my mind racing. Trying to find my roots somehow. Deep it goes here.
Unknown I have to dig. But here sunlight, daytime comes again and I bury
my thoughts in the pit of discovery I have just begun to dig. Afraid, so
afraid of life. So desperate, trying to own it all. Greedy I thought
not, selfish I deny. But it is all-true, there are no thoughts other
than these in my mind. The great jaws open and all will fall in to my
whole soul I profess the love I have for you I do not l know where I
shall be next. I hurt with these thoughts, the words trip from my tongue,
my fingers too rapid for the keys to follow. Keys making music of the
words that tumble from me whole. I never knew these words, stored tight,
packaged up like so much flatpack furniture in foam. I know them now as
I read, as I follow them with my eyes. The eyes that burn inside me
stronger as I see. What do you think of this all, my loath companion, my
jester soul. My twin, in shadow, stunted forever. I carry you, not whole
through my life.
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Arithmetic Mean: 3.75
Weighted score: 4.8509965
Overall Rank: 10536
Posted: August 13, 2003 9:52 PM PDT; Last modified: August 13, 2003 9:52 PM PDT
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