I don't question
The years
I've struggled
To get here
The ideas
Have been
Something
Tasty
To eat
Like a treat
I don't ask
Why I write
I just
Throw away
Everything
That's stayed
Into a page
The words
Are so delectable
That I view
This out of mind
Expirence as
An old friend
That visits
Occasionally
Bringing with it
Pleasure
That stains my tongue
As I read around
Flocks
Of ideas
That has chosen
To fly away
Out of my brain
I think of this
As a way to pull away
From the beginning
Of falling away
It's joyful
For all the right reasons
Without the thevies
Of people pleasing
Just a switch
A swell
Of gold painted visions
Violently
Slashing away
Everything
Inside me
That has tried
To keep them
Stilled
Into a world
That's a long ways
Aside
That pulls
From the tide
Into no time
As the ideas
Of nowhere
Circulate
Your ties
YOU ARE READING
Snowflakes in Spring
Poetry𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸�...
