cherub
Bluelighter
This week was extremely hard, we have such extremely talented writters in this forum, it seems the bar is raised this week and made it difficult to choose a poem of the week,,,,, but after a very hard and long decision
the choice is
SMILEYFISH!
Beyond the respect i have for smileyfish in person, I also think that smileyfish is a writter with passion, especially about the confusion of this world, someone who can relate in words we understand. Once again in my words that have been repeated,,,,, to me what makes a writter when others take what you write and make the words relate to themselves. Smileyfish has done that to me especially in this piece.
CONGRADULATIONS
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Two Hours More
By smileyfish
Days like these,
Where I loose my sense of purpose,
When the motions seem too pointless
To partake in, even on autopilot.
Times like these,
When I don’t know how this started,
Only that somehow
I lost myself in the confusion.
Wandering down the backstreets of my mind,
Sidetracked down an alley by a fleeting glimpse
Of something that reminds me of a place it seems I used to know.
Thoughts like these,
Self-indulgent depressive ramblings,
When I lack the motivation
To make something of the day.
States like this,
Where all I do is wonder
How the hell I ended up here
When I’ve been so much before.
the choice is
SMILEYFISH!
Beyond the respect i have for smileyfish in person, I also think that smileyfish is a writter with passion, especially about the confusion of this world, someone who can relate in words we understand. Once again in my words that have been repeated,,,,, to me what makes a writter when others take what you write and make the words relate to themselves. Smileyfish has done that to me especially in this piece.
CONGRADULATIONS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two Hours More
By smileyfish
Days like these,
Where I loose my sense of purpose,
When the motions seem too pointless
To partake in, even on autopilot.
Times like these,
When I don’t know how this started,
Only that somehow
I lost myself in the confusion.
Wandering down the backstreets of my mind,
Sidetracked down an alley by a fleeting glimpse
Of something that reminds me of a place it seems I used to know.
Thoughts like these,
Self-indulgent depressive ramblings,
When I lack the motivation
To make something of the day.
States like this,
Where all I do is wonder
How the hell I ended up here
When I’ve been so much before.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
