Post #1
An emptiness gnaws
A pit opens
exposing fears unknown
Uneasiness irritates
Emotions run amok
Something amiss
the feeling grows
Banished thoughts
haunt again
Semblance of normalcy
lost in the chaos
the battle between the mind and the being
Post #2
Scapes, black and brown
Clocks, overwrought and overworked
Colors, faded, awaiting the artist
dead and gone
Attempts at revival of life
A planet so dead
Searching for a glimmer
The shards of glass
faking hope
Falsifying beliefs
Dewdrops refuse
to die their daily death
Clutching on
to establish identity
Post #3
Tiny minds and tinier people. Claims exaggerated to showcase that false liberated thought process. Truthfulness, subjective, custom made and tailor-fit for a lifetime of stage shows. Chained thinking of a new kind. Inquisitiveness scores a zero. Intelligence maybe a minus on the scale. Rote learning touches phenomenal peaks. An artist? A snigger. A writer - worse still. A drifter with latent capabilities and unmatched talent - unworthy of reaction. IQ's in 3 digits. Einstein turns in his grave. Do not worry, sir. Men of superior intelligence they are not, men with more practice papers and guide books, they are.
1 comment:
yea...i agree...brilliant stuff...
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