In retrospect

Sometimes I look at my poetry
And read it like an open book
Each word, each sentence tells
A story
Each marks a path that I once took

And I can’t help but wonder
Do others see the same I do?
It feels like I have poured my soul
Out there
So do the others feel it too?

Some stories rhyme and indicate a pesky mood
Other less so, being philosophical in nature
In this part; purely experimental
In that part — crazy, even mental
Another part: naïve and immature
The fourth one in pretense of something new
And further on, mistakes I cannot bear
Some parts where I no longer care

Yet mostly those filled with nostalgic longing
A state of mind encoded in the lines
A place of refuge where my consciousness takes
Solid form
Atoning for its crimes

And though some poems show the times
Quite troubling to my face
More frightening still the ones
Where none take place

For that is when come forth
The periods led by creative absense
And aimless thoughts do not
Take shape
But are pure nonsense

CHAOS

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I seem to stand on solid train

I seem to stand on solid train
But actually that’s a moving ground
Driving me down the road of madness
And I can’t help but hang on
For if I get off, I will jump to death

Hang on! Help! But I can’t…
I seem to train solid on stand
For I get off, if I jump to death! Will
Moving but a ground, that’s actually
Me driving, Madness of the Road. Down!

Train moving down on death
Stand ground, madness can’t get off
To actually of help, I will
Seem but the road on.

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Several hours later

Several hours later
Several hours had gone
Several cars had been driving by
Several miles from home

Several people walking past cars
Several squirrels have sneaked behind bars
Several minutes with no-one in sight
Several hours into the night
Several thoughts that had gone through my mind
Several videos I’ve watched made me blind
Several dreams flying right past my chair
Several seconds of combing my hair
Several secrets revealed to my friend
Several pains in the back of my head
Several peaks in the sugar blood levels
Several clocks that enjoy being rebels
Several hundred of words being typed
Several children awake and too hyped
Several chickens defrosted and done
Several french fries had turned into stone
Several hours of time passing by
Several moments before I die

Several hours later
Several hours had gone
Several people weeping and crying
On their several phones

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Taste forms

B
Fill
Blank
Name: B
Surname: BB
Supername: BBB
State of mind: crazy / n
State diagnosis: lazy / n
State your mind: hazy / n
State your estate: amazy / n
State istics: call Stacy / n
State U of: Liberacy / n
State ion: polacy / n
State us marital: ecstacy / n
State your business: spacy / n
State aesthectics: hasty / n
State her ethics: nasty / n
State a test: tasty / n
Signature: Bb
Nature: B
Or not
To B
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