I never claimed not to be weird. This was written about 7 or 8 years ago, but it still fits...


Food for Thought


Flamboyant words
Dress emotions
Sharp, real and true

But dressings merely
Attempt
To encase the thing

That shapeless
Beast of visions-
Past, present, future

With pressing need
To define it
And lock it into verse

A pen, that mighty
Sword to smite
The nightmare creature

Greedy teeth sink
Into the fabric
Of life itself, leaving

Bits of broken shroud,
Cloth that lingers
At the corners

Of a wanton mouth




Poetry by StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-09 at 04:28

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You're not weird. Well, not very anyway. ;) I like this one very much!
2013-11-04


Rob Graber
With sword in hand, the poet ventures forth "to smite the nightmare creature"--the fifth stanza steals the show (for me) in a haunting write.
2013-06-10


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Don't , we , all , with our writing , hear. Give food for thoughts to think? Respond in kind?
Ken
2013-06-09


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Defiantly , works , and always will.
Ken
2013-06-09



Lovely work and yes it most certainly still fits:)
2013-06-09


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't know if you do better
when you forget to take your medications
or remember that you don't take medications
(not those ones amyhow)
2013-06-09


Commentally Ill
i remember when you first posted this. have they still not found a cure for your brand of crazy?

ha. wait, i am confused...
2013-06-09