Letters to Herself

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By Gabzgrl

Fri, 10 Jun 2016
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I woke up speaking in riddles, heart raging
against a world shaking, changing, escaping
my mother cried soft lullabies of light and mystery
in a dream with infinite passages, all conflicted
by the bottle of prescription pills and history
on the borderline between racing time and chasing
the amnesia of memories, a billion theories
she birthed particles of stars, stories and spaces
she embraces the blind, and sheltered the poor
I woke up speaking in synchronistic codes
psychotic spiritual, a fortune that was imposed
destined to alter the erosion of sky
I woke up with the sea in my eyes, and when
I died, I wrote a letter to me, and I confessed

nothing was how it seemed to be.
 

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Comments

Submitted by seashore on

I like the dreamlike stream-of-consciousness surreal quality of this, especially the last three lines...one to read and re-read.

Submitted by VeraClark on

A vivid depiction of the mind and all its vulnerability. Transporting and unnerving with a dreamy hypnotic atmosphere. This is our Poem of the Week.

 

Submitted by celticman on

nothing is the way it's meant to be and you're poem is how great thou are to me. 

 

Submitted by elz on

i like it, it has alot of meaning in it, and i like writing that is sometimes chaotic :p

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Such a strong voice, I can almost hear it speaking aloud.  

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day and also our Poem of the Week.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

I enjoyed the rhythm of this especially. It had the feel of a rap song. Some strong content. Well said.