Thoughts and Writings

It Happens

Repetition in suffocated boredom
dropped below in anchor, my hands

inspire to reach potential,
potent in inertial replication,
my words are intact, but
satisfaction denies, surface

pavements soaked in wet rhythm,
loose-leave swept by autumn leaf
adrift in my mind, transfixed
ideas flourish an uninhabited sea
of reason, seasoned walking on
thoughts fond, empty emotions

claim take to hand, whimpered
twitch, knuckle crack, sit in

crunched time inadequate rhyme,
sweat palms in doubt, blocked
profound, I hear no sound,
vast imagery temples my pen,
these walls make it hard to breathe.

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10. trixclibrarian said: i love the progression of this poem on the 1st read…intellectual gives way to anxious, excited energy in stanza 1-2 and then 3 is pure experiential emotion 4 is aggressive and then the final is a beautiful combo of human (semi)coherence
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