Originally Written August 9, 2007
english class
My thoughts,
Free to roam like wild life of the forest,
uncontrolled by human barriers.
Such a maneuver of motion the mind does to think.
A sustained noise of overlapping words,
Incomplete sentences and phrases in the midst of silence,
Pass through your conscious before you blink.
Creativity and Imagination
spark most of the world's sanity and abnormalities.
It can not be crazy to sit and ponder!
The small things in life that create us are thoughts.
Is it wrong to wonder…?
I write each letter on my paper
Each ink-dotted shape is submitted
by a sporadic utterance of the mind.
It is a beauty.
No one could ever capture the true essence of my thoughts.
No words, pictures, or sound could ever bring the art.
Like right and wrong colliding
making a unforgettable masterpiece,
I think.
My thoughts of creativity and imagination.
It is beauty.
©Lyrically Poetic
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