*Thinking*

[forcedtobe]

*Thinking*
*'Lets get these teen
Hearts beating faster,
Faster'*
-Sittting-
-Rain leaving,
Thunder stops-

*Words running
Through head*
*Song playing in head*
-Watching cat,
Hearing her breath-
-Everything has a shine
From the rain-

*Worries from words
Fill head to limits
Unknown*
*Song in head, almost like
It was playing aloud,
But inside*
-Cell light on page,
Pencil in hand-
-Outside, its a jungle-

*The words from past,
Times differ*
*Song plays still,
For hours and hours*
-I write these words
Thoughts running-
-The grass is definatly
Greener somewhere else-

*But still they all remain,
In my head, as thoughts*
*Song never ending,
As the same lines play
Over and over*
-Head hurting, I think more-
-I stare outside-

These words,
I write.
These thoughts,
I think.
These worries,
Are real.
These words,
Are real.

Can you understand them,
Because I cant,
Not in the end...

Do you know
The meaning of all this?
Because i should,
But dont...

[goldenrod]

your poem reminded me of a game I used to play.
With my eyes closed, I would think of thinking. then think about thinking, think about ending thinking, while thinking about that, and so on and so on...

The game ended always in dread and confusion, dissolving into a meaningless panic...:(

godenrod.

[forcedtobe]

yeah thats about how my life is Goldenrod. so i guess what you say of my poem is exactly how things are..