May 3, 08
Seed,
Of thought,
Planted in over growth.
Fell,
From nowhere,
But still decided to grow.
Searching,
In the depths,
Of the darkness in ground.
Tendrils,
Of the minds eye,
Looking, discovering, and find.
Breaking,
Through the storm,
Through the black to light.
Hasten,
To what wants,
Ignoring the thwarts and throw.
Footsteps,
Scissors and knives,
Forcing thought down and behind.
Justice,
To just thoughts,
The flower just wanted to know.
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Is a little freedom to be desired?
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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