A Mental Buzz: When Thoughts Attack
Tonight I just want to share a quick random poem I wrote one night when I was hyper at 1:00am in the morning.
A Palpable Sentiment
The frame around us is delicate, but the canvas is strong with color.
I want shoes made out of love, nothing other.
Lions, tigers, beard, robbers,
Purple boots, and blue car coppers,
Painted scenes, I’m up all night.
Flying kites and Slaying monsters,
Speak to me in foreign tongues. Share your secrets one by one.
Falling asleep without a parachute, only because you are the sky I fell through.
I just can’t compete with the addictions I’ve made.
Sunshine is racing to the green terrace, my mind is pacing.
Slanted trees, thoughts slow the breeze.
Caught in every intricate corner of my frame, wicked webs holding me in-sane.
Causing me to smirk at my mighty fine work,
As I dance on the dust of wishes being whispered and lost.
Pleading for the arrival of this out worldly superstition survival, lost.
Oh! Just watch me walk across this river,
As the children turn the world upside down on the monkey bars and snicker,
This life is only a faithful conception of a falsely illusive figure.
– Everett
I’m spending time with family in Illinois so no great explanation for the poem. As all of my poetry, I hope you use your imagination to create a story behind the poem.
Stay Positive and Imaginate
Garth E. Beyer
