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Interesting. Good use of metaphor for one thing. I could identify with the angst, too. (not with the drooling, though) Your use of an abyss is a good choice, too.
Writing can be very draining. Being blocked is no fun. I keep looking for the end to my mind fighting...
How long did you work on this? Poetry takes me forever...
It only took me 20 minutes. I was really feelin it :)
Lol, that didnt actually happen to me..if I had a dream like that that would be PRETTY FRICKING awesome/strange XD
Bump XD
That was a good poem. The only thing I would have to complain about is that some of the verse and rhyming was off, but other than that you've got a great thing right there.
I like the metaphors and the entire chessboard theme. Very cool thinking with that.
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~Dreams [The Writer's Curse]~
Eccentric electricity surges through airwaves
Electrifying multitude conclaves
Conclaves fall into shadow as shadow falls into night
An endless abyss; no limit, though walls to restrict flight
Lightning runs up and down my body like a conducting baton
As I conduct my own spirit through gigantic pawns
Moving around the table, I king, only to be tossed away
Id like to think that fantasy was a reality.
I am succumbing to the writers curse
As my ideas dim, tightens the door of the hearse
The abyss is growing narrower, I am losing room to soar
Fairy tales and bedtime stories are now becoming lore
The pawns are falling off the chessboard, as the playing field is tilting
It feels as if my brain is d.ead; my thoughts are slowly wilting
Into a time-space continuum; I still dont know what I am thinking
But I feel the queen overtake the king; I see her winking
Blackness fills the surrounding air,
I am now a free spirit
Im chanting incoherent lines, even if noone will hear it
There must have been an earthquake; the abyss is slowly opening
I have defeated this writers curse, but it feels like its teeth are still poking
It was all a dream, a mystical version of real life
But something is still stabbing me like a knife
There is slick saliva slimed all over my slim face
As I open my hand, I see a deep, leadened hole in the palm,
And I start to erase
I am back in reality; there are no more chess boards in my virtual delirium
State of mind, there is no empty space in my continuum
I pick up the broken pencil, yet I am still writing
It really is all a dream, but I have an end to my mind fighting
*The Writers curse is a metaphor for writers block
**I fell asleep with the pencil point touching me, therefore the teeth are still poking and lines like that
Feedback please. Explain throughly. This is actually what is called a "topical" among rap heads. I wrote this
Last edited: Monday, June 06, 2005 at 10:04:04 PM