Inside a Moment


Bounce from thought to thought. The inner workings of a plagued mind

It's times like these when i never fail to surprise myself. So much anger and frustration is burning inside me just building up on the brink of boiling over yet, i persist trying to keep calm.

That soothing taste on my tongue, the breezy walk to occupy the body, the thundering death metal in my ears...What is it about water that is so soothing to the soul?

The ripples mimmicking my thoughts, so many so close yet each one different. What does it take to calm the waters but patience? The more resistance, the more splashing, the more ripples and waves. It's exhausting.

Things are finally starting to take a toll.

I'm pushing back tears too often these days. I don't even know what i need anymore. The urge to run plagues me.

Like an escape is the solution to everything (rolls eyes, laughs).I suppose dreaming of an escape is better than dreaming of SOMEONE to make all the pain go away. Those people don't exist, but there are always ways to run away and any direction will suffice, just keep going.

No matter how obnoxious life seems to get, I can always smile for you.It can beat me in the face with a rusty shovel and I'll look up from the ground bloody mouthed to shoot a toothless grin in your direction just to spite this f***ing place. You've become my backbone in this spineless Hell.

Because when they break you down all the way to your raw and naked under-soul, when anyone else would crumble, you stand there nude and spit in their faces with nothing left to lose, a formal f*** you to follow.

It's your strength that fuels my will power to overcome it all and stand on top looking down on all of those still struggling and failing, falling to their despair-filled pit to never emerge into the light of you again.

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James-wolve 3 years ago from Morocco

An emotional crescendo ..beautiful and wellconstructed .Voted up

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Huey19 3 years ago from Chicago Author

James-wolve, thank you very much i'm happy you liked it. :-) Just kinda spewed out if you know what i mean.

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Max Havlick 3 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois



Your profile says your writing is your air;

you need it to survive the way you see it,

so for two months you wandered everywhere

but here where you and I could talk about it.

Perhaps the answer to your questions lies in you

and how you think and feel and pray your point of view.

That painful outside world can only change its point of view

when you within your own true writer's heart see it anew.

The awful pain of running down that railroad track

no one can change, or summon bitter moments back,

but why should you, a writer, still be forced to run alone?

Are you the only one not made of unproductive stone?

No writer's storm can rage too harshly to destroy for long the sunrise;

no writer's heart need hurt too badly to defeat for long the moonrise.

Max, about 1 a.m., Friday morning, August 2, 2013

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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina


Greetings! I love you narrative poem. I hear a distinct beat. Not that I know very much about rap, but there is this rhythm, this beat that seems that it would lend itself really well sung/spoken as rap song. I can imagine this poem presented at a poetry slam.

Wishing you a great weekend,

ocfireflies aka Kim

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KenDeanAgudo 3 years ago from Tiwi, Philippines

Wonderful poem =) Nice read

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