Mind Purge 1


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

a slurry jet of words, propelled by fear

of you, and what you'll think of me, erupts

from deep within my mind. step back, stand clear!

do not get splashed; this vitriol corrupts,


as i can witness. wildly i o'erflow!

acidic sentiments cannot be trapt

within a leaky pot; willing or no,

its walls are worried through. its seal is snapt


destruction's lighter if i let the stream

emerge from harmless pens, demure and silent.

i know not if my fear's a baseless dream;

i'm loath to do you harm, should i turn violent


please grant me time and space, and let me drain,

for ships may founder in a flood of pain.


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I've written things similar to this and yet not nearly as poetic as you have put it. I salute you.

  • #1739 Posted 6 years ago
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Many thanks, @Fantasist! It's not much fun to feel this way but at least I can bleed onto the page in interesting patterns. I just published a follow up, and working on the third installment.

  • #1746 Posted 6 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

So true.

  • #1767 Posted 6 years ago
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