JUMP, DROWN, WAKE-UP...

Part of me wants to jump,
To see what my next dream may hold.

Part of me wants to drown,
To simply know the end.

Part of me wants to wake-up,
To save myself for one more night.

Fear whispering in my ears,
“Jump, drown, wake-up…”

Destiny staring me in the face,
“Jump, drown, wake-up…”

Heart is beating fast,
Sweat is breaking...

To live or to die, just a decision away,
“Jump, drown, wake-up…”

Wow, very nice Mandy. You have such a talent for words my darling. Keep up the fabulous work.

Nikki

I genuinely and personally understand this poem; I seem to go through this decision-making process every day... up and down...

You sum up the essential existential dilemma cogently and concisely.

The only solution I have ever found is just to let go and take it as it comes. I always liken it to walking out of a movie: if you walk out, it might get better and then you will miss it; maybe there is some wonderful twist or surprise, and all of this is just setting things up for it. My mother used to want to walk out of movies which dragged, but I would tell her we should stay, that it might get better. And it usually got much better!

Anyway, what I mean to say is: good poem. True poem.

Respect and solidarity: solidago!

Love,

+Stevie

Steven,

I whole-heartedly agree with you. I love to sit through a movie, no matter how terrible it may start. Mandy and I have gone to movies and had a blast. We saw "Constantine," and were the only people there and it was a riot. If I go to a late show with my mom(which is usually every Friday) she usually falls asleep. I could never do that, nor could I get up to use the restroom in the middle for fear of what would be missed. It is my oasis, my second home, the place I would live if it were real. We all live out this movie life and everyones is so vastly different and surprising. It all depends on the cast of characters in it whether we do choose to jump, drown, wake-up. I think I prefer jump. I tend to be spontanious and love to be silly, so that is the one I want to do. I really did enjoy this poem. She has such raw talent within her. She captures a lot of what I have going on in my mind without being aware. I can certainly relate to what she writes. My Mander Flanders, my buddy.

Nikki

Well said Nikki! Thanks for posting guys, you wanna know a secret, this poem was about a dream I had the other night. Well, a nightmare really.

But I guess it pretty much describes my life right now, all these choices, I'm so sick of choices, why can't life have an easy button?

Anyhoo, glad you enjoyed it!

i've never seen horses at night, but decision-making in dreams would be a good idea. Well, I tell a lie - we have a paddock cross from our bedrom window and the horses are often silhouetted by the moon. I like the poem. I like all of your poems. Not commenting doesn't mean I haven't read them - just short of time.

Thank you. But
What's with all horses?

mare?