A graveyard of words, more like an unspoken accumulation of words.
A place of no words, where the only thing that flys is my thoughts as if they were birds.
My face and body burns, it's sore and it also hurts.
Reminds me of my mortality, the closing reality as we grow older and older
The impermanence of who we see ourselves as is undeniable.
Just like the waves on a shore constantly smashing pieces of rock into smaller follicles.
Leaving only barely a trace of what was once a larger dose of reality.
Crumbling into our palms and fading away among itself once the water rises and dissipates.
The heart that is best left caged, the soul the burns and shines full of rage.
I wonder now, back at who I was before I experienced all this, and I realize now.
It's not about how smart you are, it's not about how nice you are.
At least to me, it's about how aware you are of the things in your life that make up who you are.
The things that you use to describe what you see and feel.
The things that really let you dictate what's real.
-JNM
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The Top 100 Things In My Thoughts.
PoetryThe growing amalgamation of cosmic poetics. I reflect my visual motivations through words in order to express existence as I experience it. This poetry revolves around things that seem to flow in and out of my mind. Emotions out of context are well...
