mymind
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I feel angry, but angry doesnt feel me.
Maybe this is more so an illusion.
You spend your time gathering all of those thoughts,
Just to let the positive ones slip into the abyss.
You are not lost.
don't unlock that closet [she warned in a whisper]
these ghosts have never quieted
at night i hear their screams [echoing through my mind]
don't you dare unlock that door [she said]
don't you dare
My mind is a land
Where poetry is created and hidden from view
Stories written and shared with a select few
My mind is a place where you'll get lost
With no map to guide you
Behind the iron curtain
Silence extends untamed
And occasionally I mingle but
It matters not who knows my name.
Darkness decends
As the blocks of color shift
Displaying my change of emotion
Open and close, open and close
The same action goes on
I breathe out cool air
Your dearest desires
And appalling items
Stored in this wonderful box
Curiousity and Happiness,
it's not that i'm afraid of my mind,
i’m afraid of what takes hold when i’m alone.
the thoughts. they fight for their freedom.
battle against the teeth that are their cells.
My mind is quickly racing.
I can't slow down its pacing.
I'm left here struggling, chasing.
My mind is never dead,
Even when I lay down his head.
I recall everything you ever said.
A long, never ending cabinet of useless information, feelings, thoughts.
Once I begin to dig there is no turning back like an endless cave.
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
