Somewhere
By Kiah
Pushed my pen down to the pad.Ink splashed and smeared like mad.Fingers trembling against the top.Somehow, I know I just cannot stop.I walked out too fat this time.I got lost somewhere in the sublime.Once twisted and wrapped in an enigma.Still trapped inside of my own stigma.I writhe against the nerve of it.Somehow, I know the pieces will fit.Pushed my head down to the earth.Felt the pain of my own birth.Thought of what this life is really worth.Swirling mass of confusing girth. I walked out to far from where I began.Somehow, I feel myself stand.No one ever told me what to say.No one ever told me where to stay.Undone and disheveled I sit and twitch.Somewhere I know the pieces fit.Aggregate complication of many things past.I exist through the lines I was cast. Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 04:52 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Pushed my pen down to the pad.Ink splashed and smeared like mad.Fingers trembling against the top.Somehow, I know I just cannot stop.I walked out too fat this time.I got lost somewhere in the sublime.Once twisted and wrapped in an enigma.Still trapped inside of my own stigma.I writhe against the nerve of it.Somehow, I know the pieces will fit.Pushed my head down to the earth.Felt the pain of my own birth.Thought of what this life is really worth.Swirling mass of confusing girth. I walked out to far from where I began.Somehow, I feel myself stand.No one ever told me what to say.No one ever told me where to stay.Undone and disheveled I sit and twitch.Somewhere I know the pieces fit.Aggregate complication of many things past.I exist through the lines I was cast...."