Sometimes if I'm bored I start thinking: Are my thoughts really my thoughts? I'm just thinking what this stupid world has taught me to think. Then I decide to stop thinking about that because it is pointless. Pointless just like plenty of other things that enter my weak mind.
Heart that was big as the bowels of Vesuvius
Words that were winged as her sparks in eruption
Eagled and thundered as Jupiter Pluvius
Sound in your wind past all signs o' corruption
That's something I didn't write, so here is something I did write (first in a while :((((): It's about how I want to put a huge tall t around everything I enjoy.
From neck to knee
A graphic with something so ill, it will read:
"Within the lungs dwells a seed"
The key is broken in a lung, freed.
Out of reach, so I just hate me for being me
I used to stop so I could grow
Now I don't remember going to and fro
If only you could see
What this means to me
Everyone deserves a super siq T
A tall T with not much on the sleeve
Thats heart-shaped and pretty
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so did yo write the first part of the entry? (Sometimes if I'm bored I start thinking: Are my thoughts really my thoughts? I'm just thinking what this stupid world has taught me to think. Then I decide to stop thinking about that because it is pointless. Pointless just like plenty of other things that enter my weak mind. ) ????
ReplyDeleteHeart that was big as the bowels of Vesuvius
ReplyDeleteWords that were winged as her sparks in eruption
Eagled and thundered as Jupiter Pluvius
Sound in your wind past all signs o' corruption
thats the only part that isn't mine