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Mental Images
by Megan LangleyI never really imagined it this way,
Or any way for that matter.
It was always more of a surreal experience in my mind,
Someone, no one in particular,
Not even a blurred face,
Just there somehow.
And then me of course,
Yet I can't even tell it's me,
Just a figure,
But I know it's me.
I picture it here within my mind,
This so-called innocent, little brain of mine,
But you have no idea what
Mental images play across this screen,
And fast-forward, rewind, pause.
But yes, I do have those
Dirty little images in my mind too.
Don't think this halo has never been bent,
Because then you would sadly be mistaken.
They may be merely empty figures
But they are there--doing what they do best.
So what kind of mental images do you fast-forward and rewind?
I think I know. 09/16/2004 Author's Note: I was just being stupid when I wrote this for fun...
Posted on 11/15/2004
Copyright © 2024 Megan Langley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/17/04 at 05:16 PM Being stupid or not, I'd say you're on to something here. Intriguing, even mildly disturbing, if interpreted as a nightmare of sorts, a shodow world in which no one's face is clear, and voices are muffled so that no words are recognizable. |
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