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Comment please, I like the support and advice. Its helps my writing. Inspired by poets such as Hollie McNish, I do not write conventional poetry. It's foundation is a mix between poetry and rap, but also just my passion for writing. This, I feel, creates a variety of poems about love and hate, but also about politics and race. I am just a young man who likes to express himself with words, and maybe I can create a lasting impression on people as a bi-product. I hope you enjoy the poetry you write but more importantly, I hope that instills an emotion in you, wether you agree or disagree.

Sunday, 30 January 2011

One Mind Then Two

This one was inspired after I saw 'Fight Club'. You know...the whole two personality things? 

One mind, 
Carefree and Happy, 
living with smiles and laughter
Getting larger and stretching farther. 
The simple things in life came free for me,
and I could see the trees dance 
and the rain droplets, prance in the breeze. 
My mind was at ease, with colours and puzzles, 
No muddle puddles, or muzzles holding jaws together
I would guzzle down freedom, looking at the clouds 
and thinking I was them for a short time.  
Bloody sublime for a short time 
Until my mind became dry and started to unwind into
a pile of thin thread, 
and as I lay on the bed the mattress felt like bricks 
held by wire lead.
No longer did I see the trees, feel breezes
I just lay there holding my knees and rocking to and fro 
So, I would sleep 
and keep dreaming of things, dull things, broken springs
and inkless pens, 
and I would send shivers down my own back 
just so I could feel something and then relax
Tense the muscles, loosen them, in the vain hope that 
I could cause them to melt away, give way to a feeling 
I had oh so long ago. 
Then somewhere along the line 
something was created, and for a short time I felt elevated 
I got my old feelings back, and felt like a child 
Docile and calm, my mind now back on track. 
But something wasn’t right, something was fighting back, 
and i was feeling like there was a crack 
in the middle of my head, the bed flipped from cotton to clay
the pain gave way and resurfaced to play too often in the day 
Two minds, 
One happy, one sad, 
living with cries of pain 
and laughter at the game of life I still had
Getting smaller and stretching thinner across the skull. 
The simple things in life I could not see
and although I thought I could see the trees dance 
and the rain droplets, prance in the breeze. 
My mind was at an easel, being pounded with colours and puzzles, 
With brown muddle puddles, and muzzles holding jaws together
Ropes holding hands together, behind the back, 
the mind had wandered of the beaten track again, and again
Then somewhere along the line 
it stopped, and for a short time I felt cropped out of lifes painting
I got my old memories back, and felt like a entity 
Docile and calm, my mind now back on track but away from reality 
and everything was right, and everything was wrong, 
and i was feeling like that crack I had in my head, 
was where i belonged 
In the middle of my head, the bed flipped from cotton to clay
the pain gave way and resurfaced to play too often in the day
But after a moment it all went away, 
And everything went grey.
Grey. 

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