xMyOwnMindx Posted August 4, 2007 Report Share Posted August 4, 2007 these feelings are of poetic value as i decide where my early night will continue thoughts not of old and worn out thoughts of happy, of creative mind blubbin and i figured that an occasion such as would be a fine thing to write about today was a weird day i think mentally i still feel how i did maybe this thing i disregarded meant more then i thought as thoughts crash into mine and nullified i laughed at myself for writing poetry online for little plastic bracelets and black nails i opened and thought for a moment as my best friend said "it doesnt matter what your sister knows. this trip is about you" to a girl i barely met and spent the most of a day with in another world in another brain a mind producing words to type out somehow i felt relief as i danced a little bit things are changing i can feel it all around its making me sick cuz i know change scares me things never seem to stay still and when im in a whirlwind of new eyes and thoughts undiscovered i feel like it would be okay to let things change her smile shown through the lyrics sung on red violet lips its time to enjoy this mass of vibes poetry can be kept to the dark places of my heart what if they tried to mix? nah im a mess and im gonna watch a movie while im still in such a bliss-state Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kay Posted August 4, 2007 Report Share Posted August 4, 2007 these feelings are of poetic valueas i decide where my early night will continue thoughts not of old and worn out thoughts of happy, of creative mind blubbin and i figured that an occasion such as would be a fine thing to write about today was a weird day i think mentally i still feel how i did maybe this thing i disregarded meant more then i thought as thoughts crash into mine and nullified i laughed at myself for writing poetry online for little plastic bracelets and black nails i opened and thought for a moment as my best friend said "it doesnt matter what your sister knows. this trip is about you" to a girl i barely met and spent the most of a day with in another world in another brain a mind producing words to type out somehow i felt relief as i danced a little bit things are changing i can feel it all around its making me sick cuz i know change scares me things never seem to stay still and when im in a whirlwind of new eyes and thoughts undiscovered i feel like it would be okay to let things change her smile shown through the lyrics sung on red violet lips its time to enjoy this mass of vibes poetry can be kept to the dark places of my heart what if they tried to mix? nah im a mess and im gonna watch a movie while im still in such a bliss-state Sometimes change is good. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xMyOwnMindx Posted August 4, 2007 Author Report Share Posted August 4, 2007 i kno. this is a happy poem, btw lol Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kay Posted August 5, 2007 Report Share Posted August 5, 2007 i kno.this is a happy poem, btw lol Yeah that's what I thought. It's kind of hard for me to write about happy stuff. Cause when I write, it's a way to let go of my anger. But I can't write about happiness it feels to wierd. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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