Journal No. 1A Poem by Alejandro EspinozaA piece in a series of journals, my mind poured out on paper.Journal #1 A poem by Alejandro Manuel Espinoza Time and space tend to elude my mind as of late Leaving it blank and without a host to serve its starving stomach I feel hunger and question my desire to eat I must drain myself of everything, Every significant piece of my existence, feeling as though Giving in to the past won’t necessarily justify my existence now. I feel plagued with lethargy. Eating, sleeping, showering, all mere tasks. Sex loses its appeal, its tongue tastes nothing. The smell of sex, The smell of pits on my body. Sickening. Solace is found only in solitude, confined in my joyous Soft cell with pieces of soft plastic and Mediums of literature and stories, creating ideas That go down in a book of silent wisdom Full of hatred, hard to stay resolute. My mind is very bothersome, it might split in two. I want to blame lack of sleep for this recent draught in creativity and free thought. I wonder if something is happening to me, magnetic Waves suppressing every drop of serotonin. I want no more, no less than sleep. This is something I can help, but I am restless. I desire a long period Of uninterrupted slumber in blue mist and rain Perhaps detached from all of reality, from my own self. Removal of self is sometimes best for a troubled soul. I fear brain dementia, yet the things we fear must have already happened And I can’t bear to travel across another medium again Transferring state of mind, erasing everything and starting over. Discontent is often productive, canceling out the sloth Of content. I want to destroy, to reverse, to create new, give birth. Create. My purpose is to trek across imagination, to fabricate beauty And emotion And stories With the silver tongue sweating in my mouth. I grow tired of speaking in repetition. My dreams are not meant to spill from lips. I will hate the ending to this.
© 2008 Alejandro EspinozaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 16, 2008 AuthorAlejandro EspinozaConyers, GAAboutThe most I can say is that what you see is not what you can assume I am. In the real world I am Alejandro Manuel Jiminez Espinoza, a 17 year old senior that lives in Conyers, Georgia. I work as a host.. more..Writing
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