laying in my bed
head spinning full of confusion
dazed by my mental and emotional state
not able to concentrate
I used to know of something called fate
it's never too late
taking everything for granted
I'm still bemused at being used
starting to lose my fuse
unable to choose
looking for a purpose
it was never too good to be true
so delusional
Confined... is this a prison ?
distorted
chained
free will
looking right through everything
taking second glances all around
have I lost myself?
I know my destination
my aspiration
withdraw
nothing left
it's all gone
secrets
what oracle has made me so bizarre?
yearning for
sentiment,tenderness,enchantment,devotion
thoughts lingering in my head
its all I've ever wanted
we collapse
intact once again
patiently anticipating
I might have changed
so it seems ....
trying to get out of bed
open my window once again
contemplations make me cringe
I didn't know
young...youth
deceived
memories of my childhood
what does the future behold?
a sense of belonging
look deep inside
I only wanted to find myself
so it seems....
the truth
path of righteousness
purity
light a candle
say a prayer
seeking refuge
asking forgivness
the cycle
so it seems....
5 comments:
your photos? sweet!
Nice poem Sweetscent.. I really enjoyed it..
transient,
I guess the photos could be mine in a sense that they express the mood of the poem.But no, I didnt actually take the pictures.
mone,
Im glad that you enjoyed it.I actually took off alot of steam from writing this poem.It feels nice just to let all of your thoughts and emotions spill without any boundaries.
I love it!
I love the post ... reminds me of frequent moments i have where thoughts are flying in all directions and where at one stage, I really don't know what to think ... and it is hard to figure things out as they are and not as they look or appear to be ... being at most honest with yourself is one step towards seeing right but still ... it's hard and takes time and comes along as we grow up ... few things may end up being clear only years and years later ... ah blah, you know what i mean :)
am,
A defininte tarboush tip to sigmund freud ;)
stream of consciousness in literature, technique that records the multifarious thoughts and feelings of a character without regard to logical argument or narrative sequence. The writer attempts by the stream of consciousness to reflect all the forces, external and internal, influencing the psychology of a character at a single moment.
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