I want to quieten my mind
and each day I would count ways to do that.
Popping pills backward / gazing at the starlight
until dawn slaps me all over again.
A memory of death fidgets with my tectonic body.
I become so slow.
slow like degrading with the earth.
I count ways to quiet my mind while writing this poem.
There is a drop of water on my palm which freezes my hand,
like a singular stem of the numb horizon.
Hush, hush, hush.
I see my reflections
dying in the soiled air that slips upon my lips.
Violet and brown.
A colourless dream often.
I want to rest quietly,
with no connections any more
I could stare a small spot on the ceiling
like a moth
trying to endure a lie.
My words are epileptic today
just like me, all wobbly.
I stand here in a sitting position like a lotus,
and my organs defy my breath.
This poem is a bizarre,
try not to comprehend anymore.
An amazing intorspective. You took us on a journey through the creative process of your mind. This was a different side of you. Original. Creative. A fascinating glimpse into the mystery of MVS.
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Isn’t it too shallow? Crooked?!
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Not at all. Honestly, I wish I wrote it.
You never disappopint MVS.
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‘I want to rest quietly,
with no connections any more.’ – describes my state pretty well!💙
This is beautiful. You are unique with your words!
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This piece is bleh, Sam.
But you are a true friend of mine.
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Read this again when your mind is calm you will find beauty.
Hugs!🤗
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This is intriguing. I thought you were going to bring all the metaphors together at the end, but at the end you simply said- ‘don’t try to comprehend anymore’ and I realised how deeply engaged I was in the imagery you penned. Loved it.
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You got me so well here! So aptly.
Thank you for this.
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My pleasure!
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“I count ways to quiet my mind while writing this poem.
There is a drop of water on my palm which freezes my hand.”
My my this is ❤
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Thank you Sumit.
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I’ve always said this, your way of describing things is so new that I wonder how do you imagine them in your head.
Bravo. 👏🏿
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I really love this too. The whole post, and the photo is gorgeously perfect.
(And I love that you used the word ‘hush’…oh those coincidences on WordPress!! 🙂 )
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Haha. I get you sweetheart.❤️
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❤
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Don’t take this the wrong way but it seems like coming to terms with disjointed thoughts, but who am I to comment 🙂
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“this poem is a bizarre, try not to comprehend”.
I know, sir
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The photo is described so well and compliments the honest of your poetic work.
Incredible well penned my friend.
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The effect of a sedative not working
Mind wishes for calmness
But the talking only increases as the poem ends…
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I Often want to Quiet an my mind.
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oh my goodness, this is fantastic
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I loved the ending which said don’t comprehend anymore 😍😍
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You describe an overthinking convoluted mind so well – it is like pouring out a complex mind
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Oh trust me it was a hell of anxious mind.
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I can already see 🌸😊
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I really love your poems mate
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Glad you do.:)
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This poem reads like a rambling mind on a twisted path. Since you can’t make any sense out of your journey you are requesting the readers not to comprehend anything our it. Believe me, beauty always roses from the dissonance.
This poem is a different you.
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