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Jun 19, 2008
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Parallelism - thought about writing
I scratched a word on the window
for the simple fact that I thought
I could escape my mind,
and as reward, a piece of glass
stabbed my ears
I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t hear
I felt asleep under a book;
when I woke up, the blood from my veins
had vanished, leaving behind just tracks …
words with no sense,
words with no connection –
it was like a puzzle.
The wolves of my consciousness
were roaring for food,
the noise was so harsh,
that I had to feed them with words …
My last words were done,
I remained a poor man
But, to save my life, I gave them
the books from my library
Now, it's just me with the wolves …
breathing the same time, the same space,
and sensing – two different dimensions!
for the simple fact that I thought
I could escape my mind,
and as reward, a piece of glass
stabbed my ears
I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t hear
I felt asleep under a book;
when I woke up, the blood from my veins
had vanished, leaving behind just tracks …
words with no sense,
words with no connection –
it was like a puzzle.
The wolves of my consciousness
were roaring for food,
the noise was so harsh,
that I had to feed them with words …
My last words were done,
I remained a poor man
But, to save my life, I gave them
the books from my library
Now, it's just me with the wolves …
breathing the same time, the same space,
and sensing – two different dimensions!
— Marius Surleac, Jun 19, 2008
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RSScheerer
18 years 1 month ago
Marius
Marius Surleac
18 years 1 month ago
thank you Ronda
RSScheerer
18 years 1 month ago
You're most welcome, Marius
weirdelf
18 years 1 month ago
Marius, we need to talk about this, email me the poem and I will
weirdelf
18 years 1 month ago
Take back that comment,
Marius Surleac
18 years 1 month ago
danke!
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