I haven't written in awhile so I hope you all enjoy this. ^-^
A streak of light hits my left eye making glare a
the tentacles protruding from the small of my back
take on lives of their own and create their own tales for me.
The first one flips my mind through memories and
past times, happier days.
The second writes jibberish into a notebook
and laughs at my anger.
The third sits nestled on my left shoulder scolding me
for all the wrong things I've accomplished.
The fourth sits on my right shoulder telling me of all the gleeful misdeeds that would ever so delight me.
The fifth tells me wryly the
secrets of the people who pass by, I've laughed along with it many times.
The sixth speaks to me of the
future and what is to be of us all, including me.
They claw their way into the folds of my brain
taunting and helping me.
I want to blue my being and find a place that no
one can get at.
I dont like the title you chose for your poem but okay over all.
Personally I didn't care for the title I chose either...I know that sounds weird but it's true. I really think I could have done better