Flooded with fantastic thoughts,

My memory can’t retain them,

my pen cannot complete them.

Fleeting revelations mend my soul,

but my mouth fails to convey them.


I’m meek,  untrained to speak them.

I have no voice.

I feel more than my sentences,

I ache to pass them on!

But just before I write them down, they’re gone.


Realizations spill into my mind

my heart

my soul

then locked inside.

I speak ridiculously,


Out loud I hear someone … and it’s me,

poorly portraying me.

About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on November 23, 2012, in Creative Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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