Andreanna Escamilla Poet Prose

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^{_{"I can't go to sleep without the sound of a fan humming in the background. I need something to destract my noisy head. Please, enjoy these words."}}

White Noise

My fan drowns out the noise of the city streets as I sleep. 
Squared out silence displaced from my eardrums as the earth hums.
The rise and fall of this dirt crusted layer in my chest, with every trip of my heart flux, flowing molten lava at its crux.
Years deep in prehistoric records, marking every natural disaster to the birth of one celled organisms that make a home in my lungs, and breed.
It’s the bang of utter desolation that brings me back, to my framed and paved reality, primal angst wrapped in cotton threads, sweaty and all alone in my twisted head.

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James Inman June 17, 2020 at 9:24 PM A very interesting write. The quiet seems to ignite a torrent of thought when I try to sleep. I have to admit to needing a very specific environment to sleep well, including a ceiling fan, not for the hum, but for the comfort of the gentle fingers of the breeze to caress my skin and soothe my mind, and 68 to 71 degree temperature. Rather strange isn't it.

Ralph Sergi May 18, 2020 at 9:09 AM Hi Andreanna: I loved your style of poetry!

Andrew Jacob Jung April 17, 2018 at 9:50 PM This is an amazing piece, I love it. And I have fans and a machine specifically for white noise all humming away. Andreanna Escamilla April 17, 2018 at 10:21 PM Thank you

Juliet Ligon April 16, 2018 at 8:05 PM I love the flow of this and your word choices! Nice imagery as well! Andreanna Escamilla April 17, 2018 at 10:21 PM Thank you

Funom Makama July 4, 2017 at 9:20 AM This is really, really good. Welcome to poetry soup. Hope you dont relent in giving us such quality words from your deep soul.

Funom Makama June 30, 2017 at 10:03 AM This is wonderful. I love your thoughts and apt creativity. Welcome to poetry soup.

Stark Hunter June 28, 2017 at 9:24 PM My favorite line: "...primal angst wrapped in cotton threads, sweaty and all alone in my twisted head." A very "cool" poem indeed.