I'm trapped in my mind
And I can't seem to get out.
All these words are etched on the walls
Like words carved
on a person's grave.
Its a lonely place,
With no one but myself
and my own little fantasy
Of those I wish I knew.
The dripping of thoughts, felt
But never heard,
Splash in my head.
Shaking it
Harder and faster
Then any others would.
It never stops
They never quite seem
To make it into the world,
They stay caged in this prison.
Until it finally broke,
Until it cracked,
And it snapped,
And I lost all control.
Now the words flowing
Like a river of gold,
Down and down
Until the world finally shows.
Until these silent thoughts
Are screaming loudest,
Louder than any
Heard before.
And people listen
To this beautiful new sound
For they enjoy new things
And this is the newest of them all.
Who would have thought
I had so much in me
Who even dared to believe
I could write so freely!
I finally understand
Why they say we are mad
Because I never once understood
How you all can seem so bland.
How you fall into line,
So perfectly in sync
Like robots programed
Never to miss a beat.
Its as if you all
Share the same hopeless dream
Never having your own opinion
Must really be sad
For I'll never know
How that might sound
Because all I can hear
Is the drumming of my people
Uniting as one.
With a million different minds,
People like me
Understand one another
But not in a simple way
No,
In one much deeper.
We understand their souls
And listen to their hearts,
As if they just maybe
Were somehow our own.
And we converse
At every ungodly hour
Because we alone
Know our beautiful minds
Never rest.
Even in death
We will see each other through,
We will shine in the dark
Brighter than noon.
And we will fight
For this very right
We might even light
This candle despite
The fact that we could write
Even in the darkest hours of night.
No matter the time,
Place,age or even year
We will write
With every ounce we have
For it is the thing
Keeping us alive.
No matter how old we get
In thousands of years
We will live on
Through these thin little pages
Of words we own
And whished to hear.
L.O.M
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Poetry By Me
PoetrySome poems I wrote,they are kinda wild and all over the place but they are unique and mine so please enjoy! Yours truly, L.O.M