the stacking of bricks

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the stacking of bricks

didnt sleep very well last night
my thoughts kept getting in my eyes
pulling the lids and opening them wide
keeping me awake when i so tired


across my mind i could see...
everything inside of me
some awake and some in my dreams
not really knowing if i was asleep


on the clock the minutes ticked
slow motion time playing tricks
building walls of sleepless bricks
breaking them down and building again


punching and kicking and making them fall
ripping the flesh from my knuckles and all
standing in front of the crumbling walls
only to find another to stall


turning around and closing my eyes
spinning and drifting out of my mind
wishing my eyes hadent opened so wide
desperately searching for the end the night


opened my eyes and at the end of the room
i saw the light from the sun instead of the moon
the morning had come and not a moment too soon
i stand up an try to brush the dust from my mood


i walk to the steps and as i descend
i hear the sounds of construction beginning again
the terrible sounds, the stacking of bricks
the building of walls as time plays its tricks

 

 

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JadedJezzabel commented on the stacking of bricks

09-04-2010

what is really at play here is not the words you used and the points that you make but what is not said and only hinted at......subtle style i'd like to see more writers try.......you nailed it with this. bravo.

Dano

09/05/2010

it seems there is constant struggle to build up walls to keep myself protected and safe but try as i might to tear them down my psychie will try to build them again... thanks for taking the time to read and comment...

trainpain commented on the stacking of bricks

04-23-2010

wow you are such a great writer!! i am taken in by your poems. great imagery. and great usage of words.

Dano

04/23/2010

thanks for the words of encouragement train

Maleficent commented on the stacking of bricks

01-31-2010

awesome imagery... I can practically hear the bricks thunk as they're stacked... write on!

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Dano’s Poems (150)

Title Comments
Title Comments
from an angels view 19
searching the darkness 10
a letter from santa 14
thanksgiving (acrostic) 12
the depth of... 11
ive wished 7
absentee 12
this is... 13
a journey into the dark 7
the cold of november 14
your voice 12
the yin to the yang 14
twisted 9
autumn 14
i think it happened again 11
luna~tic 19
the darkness 13
a blinding eclipse 16
the universe... 18
the wind of sorrow 14
my sorrow weeps 16
where but the dark... 12
immortal kiss 47
in a darkened room 17
our mother 7
within these flames 12
nocturnal (acrostic) classic rock 7
behind wrought iron bars 25
what i write (part 2) 8
today 17
the world in grey 6
the reality of... 5
in the shadow of a mountain 6
nothing will ever be the same 10
of cemetary dreams (and nightmare scapes) 12
next to a bed... 18
but... 15
at a funeral 12
seventeen (acrostic) 11
the fortunate one(s) 7
what did i do... 24
ashes to dust 45
dancing in the moonlight 14
disempowering the pain 14
the butterfly 10
what i write 14
sorry (i killed the after glow) 11
the humidity rises (an erotic tale) 9
pieces of light 8
the sad pumpkin &... 9
my face 12
for a long time... 14
(an explination of) distractions 6
tell me... 6
the charelston cookie tin 9
silent self destruction 8
exposed 13
the means of the day (a true valentines poem) 2
a poem about nothing... 8
blood bleeds black 7
dissecting myself 3
i will be just fine 3
the stacking of bricks 3
the complexities of depression... 4
spirits & ghosts 3
**random chaos** 2
bloodlust 3
...somethings missing... 2
15 years... 3
beauty sleeps entombed (parts 1 & 2) 3
**untitled** 2
the overstuffed closet 3
the candy dish 2
anxiety speaks 2
**untitled** 2
myself and the light 6
the fog 2
fire and tears 3
cerebral meltdown 3
sometimes i wish... 1
drawing strength from a starr... 2
disappointmen
t...
1
**untitled** 1
the flower garden 3
nature... 1
reaching out 2
the dark and the light... 1
the insistent demon 2
sorry... 3
forgive me lover... (parts 1 & 2) 2
im so sorry... 3
**no title... just random thoughts** 1
to eternity... 2
winter wind whips... 1
tired 2
lucid dream 1
the rains came... 2
the mourning light 1
another jagged pill 1
i just cant... 1
entitlement?!
?!?
1
entitlement!!
!!
1
burning within 4
inside of me 1
projected pain 1
the night... the dakness & the truth? 1
panic 2
the mourning fog 1
when the fires burn 1
through the night 1
shadow casts 0
a mournful rain 1
i cant protect me 2
my comfort place 0
an echo shifts 1
the monster 2
welcome to my life 0
the past is alive... 1
... 1
standing on the edge 2
my smile... 1
anxiety 2
my reality 0
another view... 0
untitled... 0
jagged pill 2
in the dark 1
what to do 1
how can i... 1
life... 3
a crust of pain 1
keeping me weak... 2
my dark world 3
another night of wondering 2
in the attic 4
i hold most dear 2
the me inside of me 2
another day 1
dreamed in a dream 2
a year in the life (dealing with death) 1
i look... 1
where my secrets are kept 1
a mouthful of words 2
i will not fear (when my eyes are blind) 2
i am aware (i'm already dead) 7
standing in the silence of my own shadow... 3
a blinding dark 1
growing pain 3
the longest of nights 5
... 7