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How then shall I think? As my mind unfolds and wanders around its realms the thoughts that flow become unknown in the midst of it all…
I fly, fly to the highest clouds along the sand, hmm I seem to say, for I have no wings so then how I maintain velocity is beyond the human mind.
Then the thinking of the mental is undecided, I make haste and run like the madness I feel in my heart. I am free only in as far as I don’t have be a slave!
I want to be alone in a place surrounded by strangers, a burden unto myself. My soul bleeds and cries for better times when the moon shines in disarray.
Oh how I wish and yearn for a time ungifted, a time lost to its paradise.
Admit not that what I scribble becomes nonsense…
For the creative thought lies behind the segment of the left side of the so-called brain!
I make effort to just be…be as in exist, or live others say. What now?
With the flowing of gravity I maintain a seat, front seat at that! Ha! I laugh, for my enemies are within, actually they are part of me.
So then what do I do? I escape from the width of the blank pages that vastly fill with my words, my words, my words and my words.
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Sandra Musonda
I write from emotional experiences. I write with inspiration from things i've read, seen or heard. I aim to become an established writer and I want to one day see my name on a hard cover novel. Please comment on my work so I know what areas to work on.
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Cheryl Gudz | Dec 5th, 2005
i like how you ended your poem, repeating 'my words.'
the only thing i would change about your poem is to have a stronger opening and maybe have more fun with the spacing and visual structure of your writing. other than that, i like your phrasing!
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