Hmm...the mind

Hmm...the mind

A Poem by EvilAngel

The mind is a gift
but to me it's a curse
sometimes I can't make it stop spinning
and spinning and spinning
like a wheel on the loose
like a record player
sometimes I think of cracking my head open
pulling out my brain
and stomping on it like a cigarette butt
til it's burned out and embedded into the earth 
your mind feels pain
your soul will feel it too
where's the lever to shut it down?
have peace of mind
that expression is a load of s**t!
you can drink as many cups of tea
and meditate until you levitate
but nothing will keep your brain from annoying the hell out of you
it never stops
no matter how many times you yell at it to
it will never stop
it spins and spins
and turns and turns
and it's all we can do to not blow our brains out



© 2011 EvilAngel



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So True! What a great way to bring this feeling to life in ink! Great Craftsmanship!

Wolfie

Posted 2 Years Ago


A lot of the time i feel just like this. My brain an body don't match and it takes all my energy to not take my brains out. Totally 100/100. Great job

Posted 2 Years Ago


It's amazing! I've felt like this before and I can relate. Very honest, and I love the "Your mind feels pain, your soul feels it too, where's the lever to shut it down?" That line completely captures the essence of how I feel at the moment. Awesome job(: Oh and the last line is the funniest part. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


i love the part about taking it out and stomping on it like a cigarette butt.
this poem is funny, passionate, and so true. It brings out a point in a way i would never be able to put into words. i love it.

Posted 2 Years Ago



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EvilAngel
EvilAngel

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I'm sara, I'm 19, and my writing is an extension of my thoughts. Without it, my brain swirls with nonsense. When I write, it's as if I'm facing up to my thoughts and making them real. I'm still trying.. more..

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A Poem by EvilAngel