OSCILLATE
April 27th 2007 00:14
I'm feeling disconnected
sitting here with me
nobody calls
noone drops in
to keep me company
Self imposed exile
isolated and alone
one by one
the minutes pass
my mood it sets the tone
And though I sit
and think too much
and live inside my head
I really truly wish
I was anywhere instead
Oscillate......Isolate
thoughts go back and forth
and round and round
the compass needle
swings first south then north
I sometimes close my eyes
and make a wish and dream
that all my thoughts
get washed away
in a conscious flowing stream
Bathed in cool clean water
till they're fresh and new
and then returned to me
so I can start anew.....
sitting here with me
nobody calls
noone drops in
to keep me company
Self imposed exile
isolated and alone
one by one
the minutes pass
my mood it sets the tone
And though I sit
and think too much
and live inside my head
I really truly wish
I was anywhere instead
Oscillate......Isolate
thoughts go back and forth
and round and round
the compass needle
swings first south then north
I sometimes close my eyes
and make a wish and dream
that all my thoughts
get washed away
Bathed in cool clean water
till they're fresh and new
and then returned to me
so I can start anew.....
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Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
Your morning compass thoughts, match my own roundabout.. i ride it often too..
your thoughts inspire meta~
i try get a grasp on wtf is driving these wheels .. who wants to be chauffeured by a stranger? i find myself tapping them on the shoulder saying 'you can turn off now, can we slow down, where are we?' .. sometimes, i just bail... and head for the nearest bus station, home..
i love this poem; the voice in it, heard and well understood... oh and great rhyming too..
~Lily
Comment by Miss Nomer
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
seeping into every pore
i am silky
i feel the water love me'
~Lily
Comment by charliesgirl_992000
Histeries, Mysteries and what not
Lifes little slices
Mystical Creativity
thoughts go back and forth
and round and round
the compass needle
swings first south then north...."
i LOVE this, the way it flows!" i just LOVE the way you write. i've never been able to write poems. i'm very creative, but just not in that way.
Tammy
Comment by Miss Nomer