Truth

I wrote this the other day. Hope you enjoy.

Today I had an unknown thought
it was something of pure beauty
and true mystery
this is an unconsious thought for all
which when realized
is patronized
this mysterious beauty
is an internal dream
in our hearts and blood
it is reflected within ourselves
at all moments
and all motives questioned
all right
all wrong
for this beauty is mysterious and unknown
and the unknown has no boundries.

-Stacie L.

Think you know what this poem is about?

 

I wish it was a little more concrete. Your unknown thought is still unknown. I wish I could grasp it.

 

It's not the simply the thought that is unknown... there really is a thought which I hate, which many others have but will not express....

 

Stop teasing! I won't tell.

 

Well just go and think about it, and tell me if you think you've figured it out.

 

Unknown is also feared ya know. *chuckles*
* ourselfs should be ourselves.

 

I guess my poems only make sense to me. But I wish people would look more into them, even if they do seem lame.