It surpasses all avenues of distaste and brings life up against invisible thoughts, causing them to appear in
words, while I continue hearing rhythms and melodies
with every word I write in poetry.
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Panels of discussion take on a meaning and liveliness of their own.
Thinking slowly, yet bringing mythical proportions to unseemly portends of life.Beckoning to major thoughts of insistence as time forges itself further and further into an avalanche of beautific values.
Rushing inwardly, towards a
Spreading it across my subconsciousas I sit and write from it’s contents.
Solitary confinement isn’t bad for a poet, it’s actually a good thing to block everyone out.
Cloistered brain cells have a chance to be opened up interiorly and placed on screens of my mind.Playing with words, making up new ones is great fun for my soul.Enticing new facets and aspects come to light, engaging so much of my intellect, it’s so enjoyable and I totally fall into it’s lightened abyss.Never minding…
Slowly saddling the past and bringing it into a future of plenty.
Trying to become a part of something better, ending in apologies for what they’d never do and have never done.
Talking inwards, finding more questions than answers.
themselves into my mind.Giving thoughts to cogitate and memorize through theyears.Lasting carefully in pictures of my mind, held ontoforever – at least until I die in life.
Riding waves of depression,
taking all of happiness away and putting it in a place of safety.Trying not to listen, yet it hits my ears and I can’t escape its wrath, soaking me in hopelessness endlessly.