A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

metanoia (noun): the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.

ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]

my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]

these words are designed to be interpreted correctly; exoteric m u s i n g s © Aneet, 2015

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended