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My Ugly Head

by Bobo 

Posted: 04 October 2003
Word Count: 68

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The insane rantings of my skull
render me paralysed;
I cannot move,
not at all,
held in madness' grip,

You think me a little crazy,
though acceptably so;
within the lines
drawn incisively
by those who claim to know

What you see is just surface.
Below war rages
in deep magenta hue.
Call a doctor,
call a priest,
cry out for someone to help you

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Fearless at 11:21 on 04 October 2003  Report this post
Are we all looking for someone to dive into our souls of blue? Hmmmmm

Tina at 13:51 on 04 October 2003  Report this post
Hi Bobo
another strong poem
what you write resonnates with me
inside the head
feeling paralysed
appearing acceptably crazy
needing support and getting none

some thing inside me says scream louder
particularly the last verse and the last word - I am sure there is more feeling in that word than all the others in the poem. I don't care for meddling with others creativity - I am not inside your head but I think you could really shout with this poem if that is what you want to do? If not then ignore this
with love

Bobo at 06:04 on 05 October 2003  Report this post
Fearless / Tina -

It seems to me that others can only scratch the surface, and so long as we don't rock their boat, so to speak, then they're happy not to delve any deeper.

Yes, Tina, I want to shout and scream these words at times...in fact on occasions I have screamed similar, but that's not the 'done thing' and it seems to upset so many people that are close to me ( supposedly, I guess... ) and so I shut-up again and maintain the 'slightly ditsy' appearance that they can cope with ( just! ). I'm glad you could strongly relate to these feelings Tina.


Tina at 11:36 on 05 October 2003  Report this post
Actually Bobo I meant in your work/poem
Here is the place to really shout bacause it is just for YOU - and maybe it doesn't matter who hears or who doesn't what matters is that you have the chance to say what matters to you and for you and by you.

Many of the really personal poems I have posted here were written a long time ago -approx 7 years - and I had never put them in the public domain before. The original value to me was just writing it down - externalising that part of me which I was struggling with then.

So I am encouraging you to write it - whatever you feel and however 'unacceptable' you might think it sounds.
Its all great stuff
with love

Bobo at 14:20 on 05 October 2003  Report this post
Thanks Tina - you're right...it's very cathartic!


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