Saturday, February 26, 2011

save it.


High on tea,
The sunlight screams out,
To the dehydrated back.
Lets talk and talk,
Drown ourselves,
While we’re at it,
Save insanity,
From pitifully
Taking over this,
This congested mind.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 6, 2011 at 3:40 PM

    What good is a mind that is hollow?
    The richest of reserves are scattered in the depths,
    If I yearn only to soak my feet, then heavens I have found in the shallows.
    What I desire lies beyond,
    Far from what the shallows has to offer.
    I see the light and I see it well,
    Now, is it wrong that I chose to follow?

    -Anonymous

    (couldn’t think of an appropriate title.)

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  2. caffeinated hippoMarch 13, 2011 at 12:27 AM

    I think it's........stroke-able.I think giving it a title would only limit the possibilities of its meaning.Free floating....always

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