From days on end I begin to compose my thought patterns and emotions Radiating from my soul Making its way through my pen And onto a blank sheet of paper Filtering the necessities from the irrelevant Allowing a mere glimpse of the gyrations perculating through my spiritual cavity But maybe this glimpse is all that is accessible And this semi hollow void is all there is But to what extent is that a colorless disturbance To the inmates of commonality All that is visible to them are grey walls And thats when desolation commences But I've gazed beyond the ambience And seen the world that lays beyond the horizon And its attractivness dominates over the grey walls a million fold
allow me to think about it <grin let me get a cookie cause' I chew better when I am thinking (~_~) your poem is witty and visions of beyond seem to also look more attractive than the bland bricks layed before us, interesting write.
i wanted to congratulate with you,i really liked your poem, it's a little bit strange!maybe because i spent a few time to understand it at all,the phrase i liked most is ''and seen the world that lyes beyond the horizon''...it seems as if you could imagine something that goes through the horizon.Doesn't it make you to think about the unknown??
