poemranker ::untitled by halofriendly

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Free verse № 98066

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Member since 2004 · Posted 21 Apr 2004 · 2 comments

Take a deep breath, little girl don't cover your ears - let the screams escape. Two pale legs dangling with the nerves dancing double time. The whispers argue loudly with your mind, while your bed treats you like a stranger. A heightened sense of senses jumpstarts your fear and loss of reality. Stay quiet, little girl. Don't cry - no one will understand. Two tense legs vibrate uniformly with nerves demagnetizing the bed. A heightened sense of seeing pries your young eyes to seek normalcy. Experience a flashback, young woman. Don't close your eyes - let memories run their course. Two legs entwine with the desk, nonsensical yelled whispers and hushed screams take you back to the days of dancing nerves. A heightened sense of knowledge jumpstarts your willpower and drags the experience whispering and screaming to locked up depths.

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[10] wFraser Allonby Q.C.w 22-Apr-04/7:45 AM Reply
Is this poem based on your own personal experience?
[n/a] halofriendly › wFraser Allonby Q.C.w 22-Apr-04/2:40 PM Reply
Yes and no. Haha. When I was a kid, I would wake up in the middle of the night and I'd have this super-sensitive feeling all over me, like I couldn't touch anything, but I had to. Weird and hard to explain....I would also hear these voices yelling, but in whispers inside my head. I know I sound psychotic typing this, but yeah. It went away after awhile and then materialized again during my senior high school year in my history class.