Today is a good day to write
My trouble is though
That I cannot track my feelings
I cannot dig deep enough
To capture the strain
That is making me feel
What I am feeling
I cannot depict its color
You know my feelings are colored
My moods are too
That is how I recognize them
That is my cipher
But I am failing to distinguish
Failing to portray
What happened to the mind
That was once so synergized with the soul
That mind, that used to capture a flying emotion.
Is it dug too deep now,
Too deep in thoughts,
To be unable to familiarize itself
With its own temple’s sentiments?
Discounts - Having restored the seven books of poetry with which I am at least partly content, I discounted the fuckers by 20% for an undisclosed length of time too. ...
2 days ago