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Poem Details
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| Title: | Being manic |
| Author: | NICOLA ARDENER |
| Date Submitted: | 3/20/2007 |
| Email: | n.ardener@blueyonder.co.uk |
| Poem: |
Being manic led me to all kinds of panic Some hit me hard Some lifted me in the sky Then dropped me Till I fell with a bouncing surprise I couldn’t describe to anyone What was going on in my head Because what I felt Became an intertwining entanglement of theories and events That became an absorbing material That was no longer visible to the eye. Just emotion instead Already confused? You're not the only one Like the mind is being abused and refused Then opens up like a flower With colours that beautifully flow To become a marble art fantasy. That would come and go. A fantasy of colours that blended beautifully Whisking up the dullness And beating up the badness The mind that became a theory of no other kind That was rare Full of data and imagination And then sometimes felt so empty and bare. Something that you had to chase and find Fighting what belonged to me Was lingering somewhere up there... |