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