sometimes, my mind is a chalkboard
equations and plot twists scrawled messily, lined with
font names and artless doodles.
sometimes, my mind is a warehouse
stuffed to the brim and overflowing with boxes,
everything compartmentalized.
i am the victim of cruel logic.
sometimes, my mind is a galaxy,
constellation thoughts and nebulous daydreams,
twisting and swirling together,
circling my darkest emotions
until you can't tell where fantasy begins and reality ends.
most days, my mind is a shapeshifter,
always stealing other peoples' forms.
the boy eagle,
the girl typewriter;
the victim canyon
(decorated, of course,
with cave art),
and the parent made of arctic wasteland
i haven't yet figured out what i am.
have you?
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
