The Art Of The Mind
The art of meditation is a doorway that will lead you to its wisdom.
Yet your memories will reveal the secrets of conversation.
Then again, we are masterminds of obligations.
Even a creature of silent meditation.
See I look in the places that people forget that are there,
because there are people waiting for me to hear.
Standing by the pier, I hear the call of the sea.
It's whistling sound effect, slowly coating my feelings,
and then easing my mind of complications.
I float away from body, mind, and spirit.
To see an image of trajectory, displaying my error of entry.
Now only to see me losing my grip of control.
It looks like I failed at holding, my position of the mission.
Next time I'll figure out a solution.
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Four at once?! I'm horrible, I only posted one and I haven't written in forever. Seems like I have a perpetuated case of writers block. Yet you're rolling. I'm jealous.
Then you definitely know how I feel. I observe my surroundings and the issues of society, read works from philosophers and shit, and even get on here for inspiration. So far, nothing.
The rawness of something... I've never thought about that. But the rawness of what? That's the question. Don't say love. I've been there and done that too many times. Even my boyfriend is tired of me using that as a point of focus, and as an excuse to not to search deep within myself for other topics to write about.
Oh my goodness. That was perfect. I need more people like you in my life. Be my friend.
Haha. madjb313@yahoo.com