Why I can't remember what the heck I did all day


Mind Games

I can't be here,I can't stay
I must get into my mind
And whisk myself away
Here I am sweeping
Here I just clean
There I am sleeping
In a castle, where I'm queen
Now the phone is ringing
My mind has been hijacked
I'm back in my kitchen
There's no fantasy, just fact
Oh no I can't remain here
I must return to my head
Where my lover is always near
And I sleep in a royal bed
The interruptions come all day
But I remain strong
Rewind my brain and press play
And fantasize all day long



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-11-18 at 23:43

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Jessica Rexroat
Mom this is definately your day! I think you can't remember because your genius mind is focused on such higher thinking.
2006-11-22


Liza Daquini
I love your writings!Oh,girlfriend,can I relate to this or what? The title could definitvely be "In Liza's head..."Love Liza Daquini
2006-11-20


keith nunes
strive i say, for that place in all of us that evokes fascinating and stimulating weirdness and creativity. you go for it gal
2006-11-20



it is so easy to run away in your mind- to a place where you control everything that happens. i know because i tend to do it myself. i love this poem.
2006-11-19


Kathy Lockhart
I know the feeling Phil. My mind, such as it is, is a terrible thing to waste so I just play with it as much as possible. Maybe that's what Chuck Berry was singing about in the song, "My Dingaling."
I am Zombie Nana, walking the halls of the hospital, picking Daisies.
2006-11-19