Bubble Brain
In the middle of nothing
looking left and right
as far as my eyes can reach
^^*^^^
Taking a step to the front
and then two back again
the size of my little bubble
^^*^^
With just rocks and sand
A flickering horizon
It feels like an alien land
^^*^^
Looking up to moon and stars
reaching out to crab them
in my fist from that far
^^*^^
Out side of this nothing
A world does exist
with an infinite something
^^*^^
Surround by everyone
In almost dreamlike world
Sometimes still feel alone
©Ranting Crow 2013
Something my twisted simple brain came up with. In a way my thoughts on society and how some of us stand in life.
Bubble Brain like bubble wrap, delicate and easy to pop. Like every little chamber is someone on this planet. To often on their own to self-centred or selfish and others unable to connect.
Reach out, hold hands, we are all the same.
Best wishes
Rating Crow
So now to answer a question one of my lovely readers asked.
How am I able to juggle all different stories I have going on?
Well to be honest after thinking about it. My style of writng is Best explained to be like telling a story of a film that is playing in my mind. While the film plays I write what I see, thus creating a story. So the film is being thought up as I go along.
Because I see my stories as a film they are easy to remember. Just reading last 3 paragraphs and the film is playing from the start to where I ended writing and just continues again. Hope that made sense on how I am able to write, Heart Ship, Cursed Diary, Sensual Sundays and Ben-toes, once a week.
Ranting Crow 
I love bubble wrap and the concept of bubble brain. Excellent poem! 🙂
That means a lot to me coming from some one who writes beautiful poems.
Sometimes we are to much of an air head, popping bubbles except our own.
Thank you for the comment and taking the time to read.