20 April, 2003
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
The silent white noise
Begins to mumble with life
Speaking words I cannot comprehend
Staring into the void of rythems
That moments before was not there
Hypnotized by my surroundings, I fight
Trying to control my mind and body
As it begins to fall from beneath me
The world melting into nothingness
I struggle to remain
Not consentrating on anything
And still consentrating on everything
My mind rushes forward
As everything shifts into it's patterns
Stomach swirling as the darkness fights for control
I fall slowly to the ground
My body mechanically vibrating
In some violent macabre dance with the sidewalk
Slowly subsiding, I lie there wasted
Exhausted, I feel the eyes on me ..yet again
As I struggle to gain composure from their stares
Tired of my reality
Tired of the endless concern
I sleep till once again "normalcy" returns
------- Author's Notes -------
This is my interpretation of a friends description
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Crystal (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 12:10 pm|
Dreamer, I really liked this poem, it seemed sort of exotic to me. Loved it.
|LinzAy (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 01:48 pm|
Like it! It's very unique....and i think it describes epilepsy pretty darn good and gives those of us who don't have it a good visual (i think that's the word i wanna use)
Good writing Becky! :D
|Roy (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 03:38 pm|
Truely words for us to know about those that are suffering an affliction
|Leah06 (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 04:02 pm|
This was awsome. The words flowed together almost perfectly (nothing is perfect). This shure painted a pictur for me. Great job. I love this poem.
|luc (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 04:37 pm|
good poem dreamer, another wonderful poem that shows rymhing doesnt have to be there to make a great impact. in fact personaly i beilive more writing like this makes a bigger impact on people, and what a good writer to have done so.. great poem..
and mind the asking.. whats epilepsy?
|Becky (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 10:08 pm|
You might find lots of information if you use a search engine and look it up
|barb (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 10:36 pm|
dreamer it's nice when somebody sees what people go through.you described it perfectly. the stares that make people feel abnormal. very good insight thanks.
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