Random Thought Poetry

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Colimon, Jul 18, 2013.

  1. Colimon

    Colimon Cheesus Christo

    I sat on the end of my bed, as I lay in the middle.
    My feet in the clouds, my head in the dirt.
    Not worried, just really concerned.
    What was this in front of me? From behind it was meaning.
    Purpose, that was empty in substance.
    To forget I drank wine, to remember that it was juice.
    Thoughts for an other day, a blank mind from an other night.
     

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