Working my fingers to the bone to line the tax man's pocket.
I figured it would ease the agony of my acute demoralisazion.
However,just the realisation that I take myself wherever I go.
What a solemn thought.
If I could simply leave my concepts at home,
I would be worth my weight in gold.
Instead they follow me around like a stray dog waiting to be fed.
Eagerly feasting on my tattered nerves.
Imagery flashing before me like a hidden psychosis lying dorment inside seizing its opportunity to sabotage my conscientious self.
The culprit of my lack of consistency.
Forcing me off the rails like a runaway train when I had just managed to get back on track again.
Hanging on by the skin of my teeth for a journey of distortion,
Or are these thoughts in proportion?
It's only you who says I'm paranoid.
Vivid Flashes like premonitions strike with no warning.
Hindering concentration levels and exposing my neurosis,or perhaps neurosises.
Sensitivity carries its price.
It carries a label but not of the designer kind.
Head in a vice of, "never switch off," land.
Bizarre to comprehend that he stated,"I want to explore your mind,"while you demanded,"stop thinking so much."
I'll never work that one out.
I often wonder why I analyse and am analysed when I'm my own private shrink.
You couldn't abide me when I figured you out.
Is that why you scorned me and fell into the arms of a non surface scratcher?
How very shallow of me for being so deep.
I loathe being bitter as I'm naturally sweet.
Now my tastebuds no longer crave you.
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | September 27, 2008 - 22:55
Tamara, you have an amazing talent. Seriously, I applaud you. ;-) I shall warn you though. I warn you - if you don't get your work published, so that others may have the privilege to read it, then I'll hunt you down, take your work and publish it myself ;-p I truly think you have the potential to achieve big things dear Tamara. If you keep up writing lines such as these...
'If I could simply leave my concepts at home,
I would be worth my weight in gold.'
and
'Hanging on by the skin of my teeth for a journey of distortion,
Or are these thoughts in proportion?'
or
'Sensitivity carries its price.
It carries a label but not of the designer kind.'
and of course
'I loathe being bitter as I'm naturally sweet.
Now my tastebuds no longer crave you.'
... then I believe you WILL achieve big things. ;-)
Love, Nathan.
tamara | September 28, 2008 - 09:50
Many thanks Nathan.x
capoeiragem | September 28, 2008 - 18:15
I agree with Nathan, this is brilliant, some truly great lines. An interesting and unique narrative voice, I look forward to reading more from you in the future x
DavidK | September 29, 2008 - 16:56
One nit-pick - it's 'dormant' or 'dormient' if you mean sleeping. Don't think the latter scans, though. I've given it a well-deserved cherry, despite this.
tamara | September 29, 2008 - 17:27
Thankyou!
Silver Spun Sand | September 30, 2008 - 20:34
Tamara - I missed this one. Am coming down with a cold that I caught from my daughter and feel like sxxt.
I agree with every single word that has been said. You have quite some voice! It needs to be heard.
Congratulations on your more then well-deserved cherry.
An amazing read.
Tina:-)
Bradene | October 4, 2008 - 11:37
This is one hell of an ending:-
I often wonder why I analyse and am analysed when I'm my own private shrink.
You couldn't abide me when I figured you out.
Is that why you scorned me and fell into the arms of a non surface scratcher?
How very shallow of me for being so deep.
I loathe being bitter as I'm naturally sweet.
Now my tastebuds no longer crave you.
and so like the way my mind tends to work too. A fine piece, no wonder it was cherrypicked. Val x
tamara | October 4, 2008 - 14:40
Thankyou Val,thanks for taking the time to read my work.x