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Whirlpools
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Mindscapes
Sharp piercing memories
Take root in my mind
Supplanting reality
With their existence.
Thick tendrils wrap
Along thin walls,
Ripping, pulling them
Down around me.
Binding and choking
They constrict, on my neck,
Leaving me gasping,
Clawing for air.
Memories
Are not
Kind.
Cruel, Cold Phantasms of the Past
Their icy grip spreading,
Cracking, leaving spiderweb
Breaks on the mirrors.
Dragging me under
Down into the depths of
My subconscious mind,
There leaving me to drown.
A mind is only as strong
As it's maker.
And the maker
Has only the mind to rely on.
Circular logic spirals on endlessly
A whirlpool of thoughts and emotions
The bottom is
Non-existent.
Memories, Like The Corners of Something
"...Cracking, leaving spiderweb breaks on the mirror..." On it, not in it - nice. I read long to run into a line like that. I hear whirlpools, I feel the pull of the vortex. Nice mind for literature - any prose? ~Allets~
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As for prose...
No prose as of yet, most of what I write comes out rather lyrical and is thusly better suited for poetry or song. Next time I write some though, I'll post it in the unfiltered format.