Tie my wrist.
Cover my mouth.
Bound my arms and legs.
But you can't tie down my mind.
You can't hold me back from what I imagine.
For what I imagine defies your existence.
It causes your grasp on me to loosen.
Not fully.
But you can't control me with only a pinky on the steering wheel.
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You ever get in like a mood when writing. Like I was watching conspiracy videos and now this exists.
Reality is such a Weird concept in general. We make books that defy the laws of reality just because we want to experience something new and unthinkable.
Anyway, I hope you all have a good week!
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Poetry From The Silent
PoetryPoetry. I use this for rants or random Ideas in a poem-ey style. **Originally called "Poetry is Hard" ** I want to get better so help/tips are appreciated. ------------------------------------ Any relation to other works is a coincidence. Please...
