Inner Monologue

Inner Monologue

A Poem by MandarinOranges
"

written on a whim

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My inner monologue speaks

poetry spiraled in lies;

It likes to paint pretty pictures

on soiled canvases

And decieve my innocent eyes.

 

  Never quite feeling alive

 unless you are peremantly wrapped up inside my head;

Your warm sandstorm eyes forever in sight,

tentatively watching my immanent demise

And leaving everything,  as always, unsaid.

 

My inner monologue speaks

mingled sentaminets of you often;

Holds you in a false light high upon a faltering pedistal,

still visiable as I finally fade out of sight

And I lie cold, but safe, in my velvet-lined coffin.

© 2009 MandarinOranges


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I like this! It's filled with a powerful inner spirit, at the same time it drifts us into the mindset of our view on the voices in oue minds.

It came across strong and mellow at the same time.... Soothing in a twisted way.

"Your warm sandstorm eyes forever in sight,

tentatively watching my immanent demise"

Wonderful word choices and imagery here!

A Great random thought brought to life in words!

Tara M Stone



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I like this! It's filled with a powerful inner spirit, at the same time it drifts us into the mindset of our view on the voices in oue minds.

It came across strong and mellow at the same time.... Soothing in a twisted way.

"Your warm sandstorm eyes forever in sight,

tentatively watching my immanent demise"

Wonderful word choices and imagery here!

A Great random thought brought to life in words!

Tara M Stone



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on January 23, 2009
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MandarinOranges

Weston,, WI



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