Surely I am sane,
Heck...I am not insane!
It's just these voices in my head,
screaming and yelling to freed;
begging and pleading for release,
trying to bail out from my brain cell
cracking and breaking in my neurotic shell.
Sometimes I don't even understand
how I formed those ferocious words?
I asked myself, "What's the purpose"?
Those words were stuck but
when it flows- really craps!
Sometimes, it's encouraging-
oftentimes, it's boring;
hundred times, it's sucks!
Like I couldn't retract,
inhale and exhale truly helps,
closing my eyes not to creep;
but these words are like a mower
ready to mow the owner--!
These voices in my head,
it bled and pleads-
probing and mocking
piercing inside my head.
it's some kinda of it lurks in me
deep in the nether regions of my soul,
down to mid-central of my core
i tried to to stop it, i ended up stupid;
I wriggled to make a trap,
Even battled to lock it up-!
But, my passions for writing
is never ending-
It's like a river of dreams, meet the streams
overflows freely towards the ocean
and finding the indescribable feeling of Neverland.
Don't go insane.
ReplyDelete"But, my passions for writing
ReplyDeleteis never ending-">> some people are really passionate in writing. as much as i want to be one, i simply don't.
2 much inside ur head. give dem a free way, let dem cum out no trouble in dat.
ReplyDeletedon't think too much, if you do you will be crazy..
ReplyDeletehahaha.... You got me laughing! :) Great one but I hope you will keep your sanity! hehehe :) See yah!
ReplyDeleteIt's like a river of dreams, meet the streams
ReplyDeleteoverflows freely towards the ocean
and finding the indescribable feeling of Neverland. - mind mirror, I like this!
Btw, thanks for linking me, I have also already linked you and followed this blog. :)
Have a wonderful weekend!
ikaw pa? you will always find a way to sort those voices out. i want to have those voices too so I can write more.
ReplyDeletesee the brighter side of it, Jo. take care!
Me thinks Mys Lyke Meeh needs to kills it.
ReplyDeleteSquash it with a ping pong bat.
Sit on it until it is flat.
Drown it with a pain of orange juice.
:D
well i feel almost the same kinda thing for my rhymes
ReplyDeleteonce i am in the flow i dun knw whea to stop that is one of the things i lack
i wonder at times how to stop these hurricane and sometimes i wish thea was some1 could sit by my side and atleast could try to understan me though most of times i dun make any sense
the poet manque