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She swings upon her crooked pendulum,
her eyes burning with a scarlet fire.
Her white dress cannot mask what I know to be
her deepest and darkest desire.


*-lf-
 May 2014 Becky Littmann
Alexis
What should I write about?
This thought,
Or that?
Think I could combine them all
Into one poem?
Or will it turn out
A mess?

Should I use this word,
Or another?
What if I misuse it?

No,
The words don't click together
They sound so foreign.
Goodness,
I can't find a word
To describe this!
What shall I do?

I've used this word
So many times
Repeating it over and over
In this poem.
I need some synonyms
But they all don't fit!

Why is it
That it sounded so beautiful
In my head
But hurts my eyes
On the paper?

Perhaps
I shouldn't write
For now.
The reason why I haven't been posting much.
I am a prisoner within my own mind
trapped between understanding the differences
in the definitions of sanity and being insane.

Words mankind created
but who decided what is truly
right or wrong
sane or insane
crazy and normal.

Your crazy and sane could be my normal
my normal could be your crazy and insane.
Who decided that even should be a normal
in a complex world of circumstances.
I decided to write this poem last night because i have been experiencing difficulties in my life and somewhat trying to figure out whether its just normal thoughts or insanity.
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