Hey don't think I have got the entirety of your poem here, but poetry always leaves me with a tremendous sense of trying to decipher meaning, and possibly missing the essence only because I try to hard.
But I must share the fantasy of mine of being able to leave my phsical self and float away and be at another place at the same time; spying on people; spying on what they actually think of me. A kind of morbid self realization.
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Hmm... trouble is a kid is never content when life drags by... well at least this one isn't! :) Waiting and watching and waiting and watching... Yeah, it lulls me to a sleepy, lackadaisical state of mind. I just hope am not missing out on any lessons just cos I'm too bored with things going wrong, that I don't care to sit up and notice them! :)
I feel now like my soul's a free bird up in the air watching the chaos of my life with a sardonic eye...
Here's one for the day.. it was published once long ago in a literary journal called "The Quest"...
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Close this window Jump to comment formHey don't think I have got the entirety of your poem here, but poetry always leaves me with a tremendous sense of trying to decipher meaning, and possibly missing the essence only because I try to hard.
But I must share the fantasy of mine of being able to leave my phsical self and float away and be at another place at the same time; spying on people; spying on what they actually think of me. A kind of morbid self realization.
6:21 AM EST