as chaotic as my mind...


change

Pain and anger against myself, cold steel upon my skin, warm fluid running down my arm, jumping away from me, my fingertips as trampolins.

For not letting myself be what I want to be and not having the tools for becoming the person I want, I hate myself, im a prisoner in my own shell.


I am an observer of societys insanity and madness, a sober person in a party where everyone behaves like idiots.

Im looking at the exit, the exit is a dark hole six feet deep.

Options, becoming an idiot? How can I allow myself becoming something I despise? How can I go on not to?




Poetry by Patrik Lind
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 00:49

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Rick Crown
No idiot is aware of that six foot drop... Well written. I especially enjoyed the metaphor with the trampolins.
2006-10-15


Malin Johansson
A great poem here, filled with images...
Changes of everything in life...
Regards
2006-10-14


Kathy Lockhart
intense telling of self. This is filled with emotions that pull this reader in. some great imagery as well.
2006-10-12


Nagamuthu Osho
Respected Poet,

Very nice to read, and want to feed it to my head..
With wrath, we live,
But with out wrath, we become worth..

aNGER is the slow poison..

So, let us love each other...
Rather to make other to bother..
Yours lovingly,
N.K.OSHO
2006-10-12


Sabrina
Wow! A very interesting and good write filled with emotions and fantasy....

Underbar!! Fortsätt så, och välkommen! :)

Kram,
Sabrina
2006-10-12


Ariel Bennett
wow alot of emotion i like it!
2006-10-12