Poetry

A tastefully smooth, fast red ride. The longer I indulged the more prevalent my wild side. You're my favorite choice – born from the sun and hot earth. Aromatic, climatic, and – not by chance, after we've parted – symptomatic. ______________________________________

Poetry saved my soul In an existence where my control are these words Words Lifted from the metaphysical and conveyed through mechanisms → hand and pen If only one can comprehend then I begin the process again ______________________________________

Normal never happened to me Vexed in a strange world, I became apathetic and careless like the ways of my generation If I had let these actions continue, my mind would be eradicated Realism was my removal from the crowd ______________________________________

My thoughts are elastic! Not fantastic! The phrases I wish would stick stretch away Staying long enough for me to recognize they'd be great to remember or perhaps commit to paper SNAP! A time bomb and woah, it begins again Flung into another thought my current brain power wasn't meant to retain maybe if I tell myself to “sustain the thought, sustain the thought” NOPE! Too busy trying to remember that I forgot what I was remembering The time bomb is unbeatable