mind purge 2
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?
when gush becomes a trickle, when the pressure
no longer seeks to split my seams asunder,
i'll take some time to mend each fault and fissure;
i'll mop me clean, emerge in dazzled wonder
is't doom or daylight warming hands and face?
i hope you're there. i pray goodwill remains.
your mood, and manner, shape my sense of place,
from hell to haven. pleasures change to pains.
I'm too dependent. Yes, I see it now.
This therapeutic writing has its uses.
What I can't figure's why I still allow
Your whims to rule me. Why abide abuses?
Love's lack's not why. Hurt thrives as love exists.
I ought to draw a bath and slash my wrists.
Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Hurt thrives as love exists. This line is gold.
- #1768 Posted 3 years ago
Life frequently sucks, as I can personally attest. But it's still worth fighting for, even when all seems hopefless -- because it's not. I sympathize and empathize. I'm grateful that for so many of us who struggle that we have writing and wordplay to use as therapy and an outlet.
- #2402 Posted 2 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Yes, my life giving companions are friends, wordplay, and creativity. Love is the short form for all of these combined. Thanks Jim.
- #2414 Posted 2 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
a slurry jet of words, propelled by fear
of you, and what you'll think of me, erupts
from deep withi…Mind Purge 1
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