PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

My Mind


Its deep, mysterious and unknown, creative insightful and always dreaming it insists on nothing but new information to feed on, it holds thoughts only I have experienced and when I'm lying in bed at night it races on thinking wondering and puting together the unexplainable like how the world came to be until I have nothing left and I fall asleep, but its not done yet, it keeps dreaming while im asleep and never stops working. Its my Mind

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Thathunterisrow

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.