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High-Class Noon



I turn my tongue green with a pint of mint listerine. A blistered knee. Eyes bleed from the passing of a centipede. Don't stand close to me I erupt in a millisecond, conforming into a catholic priest. I stand high underground. The sounds of an orchestra swimming in the mud with the sounds of an orca. I boast I had it all, but now I can only hope that they don't take away my last adderalls. Don't test with a number 2 pencil, give me a red pen so I can pencil him in. And they call me a backpacker. Hike up your mountain till I find the erupting fountain and go for a deep sea dive, only to come back to land in the space of a spaceship, blasting off with my sins. High-class noon, blast off past the moon with a fork and a spoon, I went too far; now I need to rewind so I can get my piece of the cake, in a cheesy plate. Its an arms race to the finish line, my A.K. is too heavy to glide across, I could only make it past half of the track. I had to make a pit stop and grab my Tech inorder to proceed and make the audience pop!

-Random thoughts, all came at once. I wrote them, and this is what I ended up with.

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  1. I love this 'stream of consciousness' poem! The words actually flow like a stream... Very cool.

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  2. Thanks..you know what's really awesome, that this is exactly how my thoughts came out, I just wrote them down as they came. and without even thinking about rhyming. No editing. I just have strange thoughts and want to let people inside my mind.

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  3. How do you go about starting to write a poem? It is something I have had no breakthrough with. Where do you start from? How to begin? How do you master the urge to want everything to come out perfect?

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  4. Ahhh..its hard to say because a lot of things inspire me, wether it be music, movies, reading, or seeing something happen infront of me. Like this poem, I was listening to a song and then ideas just started coming. Often times ideas just come from nowhere, so its a good thing to always have my phone present to capture my ideas. But other times I sit down and say okay time for me to write. It might take a while but something usually pops up so I run with that idea. And I don't force anything like if I only have three sentences, if nothing else good enough comes I just leave it. I belive that its not the length but how good the words bond together to create a powerful message. So I know when to leave it, I know when there is nothing more I can do to it. And sometimes when I'm editing, more ideas might come or I can write things a different way. That is more cohesive to the poem

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  5. I always love seeing inside your mind (:

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  6. Alex, haha. Its kinda dark and empty in there, don't get lost in all the confusion and disorder :O

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