if i could speak
to my own mind
i would thank it for
solving all my problems
and then ask it
to shut the fuck up
and leave me alone
for an hour or two
even in my dreams
it finds me and tells me
the same goddamn things,
things i already know,
and i start to resent them
and my mind alike
let me be alone for
a bit, my mind blank
as the notebook i've
been struggling to fill,
and see if that doesn't
put everything in
a new light
a better light
a brighter one
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
