Your fumes poison my senses
You steal my soul, fusing tenses,
Memories mingle with what could be
You open my blind eyes and make me see
I am wasting.
July 26, 2009 at 10:41 · Filed under Notes and tagged: anger, confused, depression, feeling, freedom, hope, hurt, life, loneliness, love, poetry, reality, sadness, soul destroying, thought, writing
Your fumes poison my senses
You steal my soul, fusing tenses,
Memories mingle with what could be
You open my blind eyes and make me see
I am wasting.
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I have a tendency to get caught up and lost in the world, still trying to discover what my gift is and how to use it. I write either when I'm deliriously happy (right now it's magic and butterflies though that is changing on a daily basis) or depressingly upset, so it's one extreme or the other, never a happy balance or medium. I love imagery and try and capture what I see in my mind's eye but sometimes I just don't have the words...I hope you enjoy reading, please tell me what you think!
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