paralysis

[Raskolnikov]

Paralysis
By Russell
Caught--
Up am I
In thought,
Unable to find what I sought.
All these considerations have wrought
Havoc upon my head.
Leaving me dead--
And dying,
Trying to touch,
Craving to caress,
That evasive new frontier
Formulated from these frothing
seas of desire.
They churn with doubt,
As I second guess the slightest sight
Of plight in this bout;
No sound route can be concocted.
So, I'm not really caught at at all.
'Tis merely submission to indecision.
This prison cell where I dwell
Shelters me from swelling perception.
Flooding new frustration of my itimidation
Welling up inside.
All I have to do
Is to stride.
To move towards something,
Anything--
I wish, that these thoughts did not persist;
Swallowing my motion.
Quelling without quenching these stares for a time;
Forcing my face to the ground.
And I wallow in my inability to act
Shamefully.
Teach me to forget these fears of folly.
So that the tesion within this curious cord
Will slacken,
Allowing me to act in
MY manner of motion.
Peace Out

 

[Mellabopper]

you know i like reading your work

fear the mella
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animals are for petting!
"does anyone know where we are? because i think i dont have a clue"
"damn the man, save the empire!" - empire records
Corruption is key.

 

[bc]

russell, i think we need to have a freestyle poetry battle sometime...that would be so dope...tho, it would require a lot of weed...

keep pimpin w/ the words my friend, the flow in this is most excellent, i love your style.
bc