Exposure.

Today I looked down at the paper and sighed.
No sounds and the words would just turn and hide.
It's quiet, in the surreal world today.
Did some one pass away?

No one who's willing to say, it's alright today.
Thats the center of the epidemic.

With lifeless streams running the system.
A deprivation of mental stimulation.
No longer recalling the falling of ideas.
Or the candle of imperfection.

No one who's willing to say, it's alright today.
Thats the center of the epidemic.
When the writing is pathetic.
And I just can't forget it.

The way that it feels, the sandpaper peals...
The beauty skin apart, from the fragile heart.
The safe house is over, now to exposure.

To the words that.

No one who's willing to say, it's alright today.
Thats the center of the epidemic.
When the writing is pathetic.
And I just can't forget it.

The way it feels, the sandpaper peals.
I just can't forget it.
The seizure, of thoughts, foaming at the mouth.
I just can't forget it.

Author's Note

When I am disgusted with my self, and I feel like nothing is coming out right again.
Like expression is broke, and the film (my thoughts feelings and everything else) is taken by exposure.

Reviews

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

I love this piece!!
It's very deep & easy to relate to because the way u describe it a peron can twist into their sitch!!!
This is my fave part!!

With lifeless streams running the system.
A deprivation of mental stimulation.
No longer recalling the falling of ideas.
Or the candle of imperfection.

Amazing!
Well done!!

[Natalie C]

Ha Lee don't we all know that frustration all too well? Seems like you have found the perfect way to describe that emotions and I would say this came out perfectly, great!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I can relate to the frustration. Its been a week and I can't seem to write anything. It just doesnt come out the way I would like it to. Great Write, Lee.

[Antoinette]

While reading this poem, I get the frustration of translating the many buzzing thoughts into words that won't come, or don't seem to do them justice. The thoughts just continuing to get out, but they just build up, growing with every passing moment, but the page remains blank. Ahhh, yes definitely frustrating. Wow, I like it babe, it's got me all worked up, I admire that you can do that with your words. You are a powerful writer my love.