Hankie:1
Sounds of a flowing pad. Squeaks and beeps. Ambience never sleeps. Unsettling aura. Soundscapes that dance and prance. Hear the cries! Feel their lies, feel your skin.2
Film:3
It goes up, it comes down. Brings back emotions, you can’t put forward. Stop. START> The end was the start. Are you, am I, sane for being insane? Destruction breeds creation, breeds innovation, breeds progression, breeds destruction.4
Little funny:5
See hankie, also refer to film.6
And it’s different. Like nothing else. Little funny talks. But it’s different, like nothing else. It almost crawls out of the sound. Almost touch it, but it flinches and cries away like a little funny. But it’s different, like nothing else. About now, I question sanity... Am I sane for being insane with a little funny like this? Shying away from a kind hand?7
“Come on!”
Author notes
Unstarted. Unfinished. Wanderings inside a lost head. The end is the start.
Don't bother... I don't believe that anybody has the mental capacity to deal with this poem how it should be ...Emotionally, so don't bother.
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i've heard something that resembled the meaning to this but where.....OK!! so now i'll be ripping by hair out trying to thinks of where. anyway you say mental capacity ...smashity...(that sounds odd) but it was something new i like it.
plz don't say it like that although it doesn't bother me because i've spent my whole life being mocked..... anyway....it was good and i'll read da others.
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Hay, thanks man. Although slightly strange, thank you for the comment. I wasnt expecting to hear any comments on this... It's not exactly your day to day poem/ story.
Thanks again, I don't care what you have to say, i love to hear it.
Peace,
M.
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