Understanding The Void -
Twisted thoughts of a deranged mind
Echos of countless voices stirring in the back of my head
The room swirls and changes shape, color distorts all goes silent
A shape forms slowly, forcing focus onto a centeral point
Mirrors that show no reflection, illusions of a pointless life
Darkness embraces, followed by light
Smoke rises, nicotine hits the blood
All things return to normal, back to writing.
------- Author's Notes -------
Writers Block and lack of cigarettes encouraged this number.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|LinzAy (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, July 16 2004, 05:45 am|
Definitely see how the cigs inspired this one. Nice job!
|Meridian (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, July 16 2004, 07:05 pm|
Insomnia! Lack of sleep Demon_99! Nightquil helps me sleep! In all seriousness, great writing....
I hope you enter this poem into a contest, as well as your others.... You are truly blessed with such talent....
Good job Demon_99, good job!
|Demon_99 (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, July 17 2004, 06:04 am|
thanks for the delightful comments.
|Meridian (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, July 17 2004, 10:06 am|
I enjoy reading every one of your poems! I'm glad that you understood the void Demon_99!
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