Distribution of thought, the mind never struggles,
Stress popping spheres like forever kept bubbles.
Pinnacles or peaks, like the equation cascaded,
Tricks are getting old, like timeless rocks bashed jaded.
Complexities simplify when time crusades,
Venom can only contaminate once the soul persuades.
Thought is a concept of reality yet to be reached,
Truth before trial is a lesson that remains to be preached.
Confusion concurs after the mind gets swallowed,
Contusions of the soul occurs after morals stay hollowed.
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my favourite of the last 5 poems posted.
ReplyDeleteoh my god. your beauty flows from your words in a way that remains unmatched, beyond amazing, beyond spectacular, to a form of perfection in the truest sense of the word. you make my mind race every time you write, you keep me stimulated and always grateful for your creativity. your passion lies within your writing and its the quality of your intensity that keeps me coming back for more..
ReplyDeletei couldnt be more in love with you when i read your work .. (nice title sweet heart)
You're not even that good, don't get over confident. Your wordplay is all that's impressive about you, and the themes you choose are all recycled and stupid knowing that you contradict everything you write about. I have seen how you act and present yourself and I can conclude that you are nothing like the things you write about. I can't reveal who I am because I have a reputation to keep. Sorry for coming off mean, but all I want to say is that you need to step up your game.
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