Thoughts

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    Thoughts

      Thoughts
      
     Little girl never sit still
       Racing thoughts.
          Please don't go to sleep before I do
          I cannot fall asleep. 
      
         My mind everlasting, working like a
          rhythmical clock.
          Endless thoughts.

                 "Please, Shelley, sit still!"
             they would say.
             What's wrong with me
              I ask each day?

            Neverending thoughts. 
             Cheerleader, competitor, party girl,
           volunteer, mother.
          I have to get going now.

             Unending thoughts.
             I'm in love but I'm lonely.
                 My companion is away I cannot sleep. 
                  Please don't go to sleep before I do.


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    Painterman commented on Thoughts

    10-07-2009

    I know that feeling, you put it together in such a wonderful way, full marks from me and dont go to sleep before l do. Exellent work.
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    DavidRayy commented on Thoughts

    10-01-2009

    I can relate! I too have racing thoughts, not sure if it good or bad, I guess it can be both. any more poems??
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    Watercolor

    10/01/2009

    I tend to think it can be a good thing until it comes time to sleep. Then I take a sleep aid. My brother is bipolar and maybe I have some tendancies towards that too. Although he has the clssic manic ups and downs. I think my thoughts just get ahead of myself and my words can't catch up. I cry easily but I don't get REAL happy or REAL sad. Tend to be pretty stable with an antidepressant to be truthful.....No other poems for now but I guess I will try my hand at some more. Since you responded, it is encourageing. Thank you. Shelley

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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