It seeks what has not been found
It is bound to move all around
A little taste of plenty
Desire to murder such sate
Knowlege creeping so on and forth
Thoughts forrgoten back on a lost track
Art Ressurects form a Brand new vibe
Needles of such room
seedless needs a groom
speachless death doom
Rise of pride
define
moments of motion
known as time
a slower momentum
trailing behind
catching whats left
to redesign
the works of its death
To glance suspicious
at the nothing
to peak inside
as its ark beholds no more
to lay at goodbye
when your momentum quits
eventually
were lost trails rust beneath time
of such deep thoughts
lay in the trail of a dead brain
Reason for writing:
I made this the other day , thought i would show you all that i can still make poetry , no matter how much abuse my brain went up against with Drugs , id love to make some everday , all of you pepole make up to 4 or 5 poems a day , i wish i could do that again , but for now , i take it slowly one at a time , i really enjoy reading the poetry that floats around here, this poem has the feelings of a lost though that used to come so natruall , the way i used to make poems , I quit Drinking , but im almost sweet 16 so ill be drinking 16 beers that day! (MOLSON CANADIAN)
to my canadains , ROCK ON!
Birth sign: Aries
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