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wind-bearing thoughts
complexity of vivid lyrics unable to be created
thoughts from previous accounts of the day slowly faded writers block mixed with anger producing tension violence taking its toll to a certain extension gleams of ink get scribbled in an urge to recieve an urge but waiting only results where nothing occurs blurs fill the mind, and furiousity takes control for this one moment the mind is no longer stronger than the soul brainstorming helps none, prewriting cancelled out alltogether decidein to just let the presence be decided by weather but the window only reveals grey clouds and thuderous rain so your stuck think about whats behind them and how they became is there a scarce amount of sunlight hidden within that cloud or is it just a poof, that will disappear without making a sound does the wind control this movement, or is it independent How is the texture, or is it possible to even feel it i release the locks on the seal, hoping the window blocked the connection i now pray that the beams will hit me, i take a deep breath in no, the glass pane, didnt withold any sort of blockade i finally let out the breath as i look to realize its now a new day |
wow, nice work here, your words are vivid, nice abstract idea for the metaphors of the this poem, i liked it, keep dropping..1
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thanx alot, uppin for more feed on this,
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uppin..........does neone ever leave feed in poetic scriptures?
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good shit dawg
keep it up |
Good shit man...Liked the emotion in this...Pretty deep shit...Keep it up
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nice shit man...i second that it was deep shit..verry nice keep it comin..
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