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20 August 2009 @ 03:26 pm
Mind Moats.  
New free-write:

I cried an ocean to tide my mind over until the shoreline would cease to exist. My eyes brewed the perfect storm, salty on my lips. Lips like mechanical gears on a balance beam, provided with acrobats and rusted limbs. My head is a sailboat, my neck a rope imprisoning me to the dock. Meek minds filled with a mission, hateful hearts with their power trip pulses that seek to control. Hardships are only boats too dense for gravity to propel.

I’ve always dreamed of shaking hands with the horizon. I see the colors change in the sky, bidding me goodnight and welcoming me to each new day as my eyes lift their sails to toast to possibility.

Chance is only a chant, only a reverberating message that is corked inside a bottle. So much desperation filling such a hollow space trapped within transparency. Such heavy words for a vehicle that is thrashed so carelessly amongst relentless waves. I am washed ashore, my ship succumbing to stagnancy, seasick with stillness. It’s a wonder sandbags keep my mind at shore whilst the pebbles beneath my feet offer no resistance.

One day I will bathe in the horizon.

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apples_kiwi: cupcakeapples_kiwi on August 21st, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
I love how it made my heart ache but at the same time it gave me a sense of hope.
It was like in paragraph one there was so much sadness but I get a glimpse of hope in paragraph two where this person at least has a dream. Then some more dolefulness in paragraph three, only to be conquered by determination in paragraph four. Absolutely amazing.

Favorite line of the free write: "Meek minds filled with a mission, hateful hearts with their power trip pulses that seek to control."

Your free-writes are the highlights of my days. I miss talented writers. :]
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(I already put this on your buzznet, but I feel more comfortable on here, so I'm deleting it there.) (P.s.... Yes I am weird)