beautiful madness

my poetry s getting worse already.

Thank God I m still mad

still talking to the walls

and searching for answers 

in the clouds

Thank God your love

did not cure me

I guess Im too

far gone

all the love in the world

couldn t repair the damage caused by

all my years 

alone

Thank God my thoughts still spin

out of control

and the whizzing

cars

still speak to me

I still

chase the wind

trying to see

where it goes

I thank God

the sun 

still hates me

and the stars

still conspire

Thank God the ocean

still attacks the sand

Thank God I m still 

an animal

trying to become

something different

an angel maybe

a devil

Thank God your touch

could never cure

my beautiful madness

Thank God the years

still march

like a dictators soldiers

and escape attempts

are in vain

Thank God everyone

still conspires

to leave me alone

because alone

is the only way

the only way 

for me

Reviews

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. brilliant, brilliant, brilliant ... whenever i meet god, the first question i'm gonna ask is ... "what's your problem, what did my coach do ? " ... and i bet he will be very embarrassed ... for the way you wrote this piece ... the way you challenged the universe is absolutely powerful and magical ... had to return to this and say that ...

[em]

- oh yes - god has some serious explaining to do!!! - and i know - when serah asks like that - he sure is gonna be embarrassed -

you can trap
your nightmares inside
my thoughts all you want
but you
won't be laughing
when i peek out from
behind them
and look you straight in the eye

[Dalebear]

Wow....this is a powerful poem that does hit home. Who to say what normal or not.

Keep up the good writing I did really like this poem

Dalebear

[emmah]

someone i know wrote "i'm just a loud thought in my head - a lighter shade of the blood i bled - i'm the freedom that got locked away - chained with iron chains to your yesterday"

[Michael of Gilead]

Holding on to one's inner self is a kind of beautiful madness

[Emily B]

when I was young I always felt alone even when I was surrounded by others, it still happens sometimes, it doesn't scare me as much as it did then . . . maybe it should scare me more . . . I don't know

[...]

. who says you're poetry is getting worse? ... your poetry melts ... it melts as you write it ... and it melts as one reads it ... you map well where you're at with this one ... and it's not about "alone" ... it's about "being" ... and about being okay with "being" ... i was never alone ... the air i breathed was always my friend ... keeping me alive ... :) ...