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carbination

by Angela Thomas

it's really funny what we do and don't
remember. like, i know that deep down
i'm really fucked up. like, seriously damaged
for some unknown reason. and right now

all i can think about is my mother. it's her
birthday today. at least, it would be if she
was still alive. and i don't have memories
of her that i can pinpoint, like the little flags

i used to pushpin into a map on the wall
in the laundry room. i have nothing
like that, it's more just like a feeling,
a bubbling up when you shake soda,

uncontrollable urge to sob. to scream.
collapse. hug. kiss. cry. live. anything.

06/07/2010

Posted on 06/07/2010
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/08/10 at 11:03 PM

Sometimes everything feels so massive, all at once, all your emotions begin expanding, so you can't decipher one from the other, all you can do is let them spill out...this is amazing Angela, and I know exactly what that sensation is like.

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