Monday, March 17, 2008
untitled . . .
Drowning in the silent night, heavy thoughts of the poet’s mind take flight. Swimming through the sea of life, pen across paper makes the world right. A sea of words is crashing on the bank, and their cries resound in the dark, where a single light shines bright, as to write what others miss as they...
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Unassailable
The mind, a tipsy, tovy, tervy, place where thoughts won’t settle and ideas race. Dreams can come both day and night, happy images behind closed eyes. Nightmares are the brains worst storm, shaking the mind to the very core. The mind, a tovy, tervy, tipsy place, where ideas won’t settle and thoughts...
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