Sending my emotions adrift
Wavering through seas of consciousness
Continent
Emphatic expressions leading to the edge
My insanity
Dwelling upon the ruins of my senses
Oddly I have six
Do I descend within the boundaries of a wall I have yet to build?
Do I gather stones?
Remnants of my past?
I build
A flood draws near
Stone by stone
Heavy is my burden
Light is my solace
The mortar is thinning
And still the flood draws near
My soul I fear is waning
Stripped and reposed
Of what is
Of what was
The flood vastly approaches
Still………I build
hello! ok, i will try to be as unbiased & objective as possible with this & simply say that between she and I (with me holding a graduate degree in Creative Writing) but the bitch is the superior writer. the poem was very abstract, James Joyce stream-of-consiousness…i wish i could write poetry as visceral as this…i hate you!
Comment by deepbluejazz — January 10, 2008 @ 5:57 am
Thanks Troy! Didn’t know your big sister had it in her did ya? You know it runs in our family!
Comment by Erica C. — January 10, 2008 @ 1:10 pm
Deep, layered, and moving. Thanks for sharing this!
Peace,
Ridwan
Comment by ridwan — January 10, 2008 @ 7:57 pm
*Snaps* for the kid!
Hey lady! Hope you and yours are well and blessed.
Comment by Mel — January 11, 2008 @ 12:07 am
That was cool look foward to more.
Comment by Mike — January 11, 2008 @ 12:33 pm
WOW! Nice!..and poignant..
Comment by Kayla — January 17, 2008 @ 8:46 pm