It can't be,
The words must be freed
They're constantly in my mind,
But when I speak I never find
So many swirling thoughtful thoughts
But when I speak my mind just knots
I never can communicate
The thoughts my mind substantiates
Death, fear, life, glee,
I only wish these thoughts were free.
Monsters, worlds, philosophies,
They want freedom, just not from me.
*Author's note*: It's impossible for all thoughts to be properly conveyed, but the thoughts are still present in the mind, so it stands to reason that they should be shareable. This means the aforementioned impossibility, should be impossible itself, hence the title :)
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Poetry
PoetryI don't know what I'm going to do the day my classmates find this, but until then I'm going to secretly enjoy poetry and there's nothing anybody can do about it. Also, I'll try my best not to be pompous because sometimes my poetry comes off as such...
