Poem Number 23075

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I feel, More than Not, and Numb

Yes, I feel like my
chest, or more specifically
the left side of my chest,
is being sucked and pulled
at by a giant hand, not a giant's hand,
but simply a giant hand,
and i am sad about it, by sad i mean all of the forms and extremities of sadness, not just without smile.

I am mixed up
like lemonade, from concentrate, not freshly squeezed,
because i am not relaxed but i'm peaced, by which i mean at peace, not in pieces.

I've been up down up down lately without the fun of a seesaw,
i need to build a bridge half way down the mountain and way before the valley,
where are my tools.

I taste salt but want sugar, if you catch my drift,
except right before i switch for sweetness
i get to twitching and my left eyebrow
spasms,
not overly alarming but it sets of some bells and whistles.

I feel like something small, surrounded by something big,
something like a giant hand.



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This is an unusual style than we are use to seeing from you, however it works brilliantly. I'm not sure what this is exactly about, but I like that about it. Please title them for God sake. -J
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thanks, there's the title, sheesh. )K
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sheesh, I like the poem.
sg