Block'd

A bed of clouds that entombs my mind,
To cause a thought’s distortion.
Heavy eyes that glimpse the past,
And put dreams into proportion.

A state of mind that hides away,
Through the twists of moods up strung.
A silent thought of tender love,
Or a violent proclaim of tongue.

A batch of words confuse the brain,
Never quite making sense.
But still they pour out in stormy song,
Through present, past and future tense.

Clutch the sences, string it up
Burn your eyes out, its too much
Cut your ear now, too Van goth
Pull away now from this clutch!

Speeding up now, a violent call
Storming thoughts now, come on quick
Entwining mind now, pouring out
Brains to mush now, am I thick!?

Writers block now don’t apply
A muddle of thoughts that seem to fit
Dusnt make sence but hey I try
But now I’ve reached the end of it!
BREATH

Poem by Spoon

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