I am an over abundant bundle of emotions,
Thoughts and ideas.
There are wars in my mind;
Thought against thought,
That when they clash,
They are like rocks,
Sparking new ideas and creativity.
Thunderstorms of purple smoke,
Devouring the shred of happiness I occasionally acquire.
Only to be fought back by neon rains,
Crystal acidity,
Soaking clean the remnants of mistrust.
Elegant white rays dry the mists of distaste,
They feed the new born plants;
The ideas.
The ideas grow into gigantic stalks,
Piercing an amber sky dappled with all the red memories.
All the blue, the purple, the green.
All come together to harvest the ideas,
Enabling cold fingers to tap vigorously and Words to flow.
Making no sense, the process will repeat itself; As all things do.
My mind is a world of its own.
Don't try too hard to understand me,
You'll find I'm not a piece of cake.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
