The Urge
I write and spill
am healed,
possibly ill,
who knows at this point?
Just get it out of the system
before it turns on you
waiting in endless lines,
going to explode with necessity
Charged, on fire
nerves and pins and needles
popping aspirin like candy,
having no effect on me
Trying to follow
some line of reasoning
so nobody is left behind
with all this nonsensical pleasing
Reading and feeding
off the madness in this life
like a leech at the breech,
shrugging off this insanity
Twisting tongues, interjecting out loud,
head in the clouds,
trying to find a common bond,
maybe there never was one...
Flip that page
buried emotions in books
once proudly written,
now forgotten on shelves,
discarded in boxes,
left behind closet doors
Until the urge arises once more...
mathiasthom
written 3/7/09
am healed,
possibly ill,
who knows at this point?
Just get it out of the system
before it turns on you
waiting in endless lines,
going to explode with necessity
Charged, on fire
nerves and pins and needles
popping aspirin like candy,
having no effect on me
Trying to follow
some line of reasoning
so nobody is left behind
with all this nonsensical pleasing
Reading and feeding
off the madness in this life
like a leech at the breech,
shrugging off this insanity
Twisting tongues, interjecting out loud,
head in the clouds,
trying to find a common bond,
maybe there never was one...
Flip that page
buried emotions in books
once proudly written,
now forgotten on shelves,
discarded in boxes,
left behind closet doors
Until the urge arises once more...
mathiasthom
written 3/7/09
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