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Posted by Highhat on October 26, 2011 - 07:34

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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Silver Spun Sand | October 26, 2011 - 08:04

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

Highhat | October 26, 2011 - 09:02

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

skinner_jennifer | October 26, 2011 - 11:21

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.

Highhat | October 26, 2011 - 18:33

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

ScoZen | October 26, 2011 - 19:29

Hej highhat.

Agree with SSS & JK.

your quote "...and take care..." Please do.

de bedste onsker

Mark Heathcote | October 26, 2011 - 23:28

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. :)

Highhat | October 27, 2011 - 06:35

Tak ScoZen

;)Pia

Highhat | October 27, 2011 - 06:36

Thanks for reading Mark

;)Pia

hudsonmoon | October 28, 2011 - 13:25

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.

Highhat | October 28, 2011 - 15:07

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