Conversation

By Highhat

Wed, 26 Oct 2011
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10 comments
 

Intruding,
the alien you
clogs up the drain with
uncommunicative thoughts
like palm oil being washed out with cold water.
The sweat on your forehead is boiling;
they can see you sprinkle the sugar;
they can read your thoughts.
So you play to the gallery.

And make your moves look erotic
and your thoughts appear cohesive
and wise.
How do you do that?
At the same time admitting your insanity,
wondering how to cope,
how to prevent it from spilling over.
But no ones there and your.
emotions are gnawing at your guts.
No ones here either.

You take the madness
and keep on trucking,
wishing you weren’t dead on your feet
and oblivious to normality.
You know it.
Letting go of your rage
You’re too ill to survive.
So no love is around.
See the ugliness.

You’ve got to stop it now and again
and take care!
Can you do that before you die?

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
As with much of your work, Pia, so much is written between the lines, and so much in the lines themselves. You take your reader on a roller-coaster of emotions here, and I can't help but think that maybe these three lines are the 'key' to this piece... But no one's there and your emotions are gnawing at your guts. No one's here either. but I'm sure you will tell me if I am wrong;-) Much enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Perhaps it is the key as being alone with your thoughts isn't always pleasant Tina. Thank you for reading. Much appreciate it along with your comment. ;)Pia

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Pia, Tina has taken the words right out of my mouth, this is exactly how I read this poem as with many of your others. 'Conversation' was a good title for this poem, because it describes what most of us do each day, while trying to sort things out in our own minds. Thankyou for sharing and I hope you are having a great day. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Oh Jenny I am so pleased you said those words. I felt so alone with my thoughts. It's just trying to get them sorted out that is such a pain and struggle at times I feel I am going insane. Thank you so much. What on earth would I do without my poems and this site??? ;)Pia

Submitted by ScoZen on
Hej highhat. Agree with SSS & JK. your quote "...and take care..." Please do. de bedste onsker
ScoZen

Submitted by Mark Heathcote on
It sounds a little bit like a rant maybe even to one’s self. But I could be totally off the track. We all have flagrant egos that need keeping in check. The poem in some sense reads that way to me. I enjoyed it twice, Pia. :)

Mark Heathcote

Submitted by Highhat on
Tak ScoZen ;)Pia

Submitted by Highhat on
Thanks for reading Mark ;)Pia

Submitted by hudsonmoon on
You take the madness and keep on trucking, wishing you weren’t dead on your feet and oblivious to normality. How often I've felt this. I've spent a good deal of my life in my own head and blivious to normality. You've captured it dead on, Pia.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Gee that is sure nice to know Rich- I'm so glad I caught something here even though it isn't too pleasant. But I can understand that madness is quite "normal"- hehe ;)Pia