the man walking back and forth thinking
but the confusion was a mist of sinking
deeper and deeper to thought and evil he done
the mistakes the tust the pace of one
question dug a hole to his abilty to think hes commited
to the banging boom of the submitted
he hears the thunder with a bang and paces
its gets louder as he finds the traces
without the luck he screams ****
figures out it was with no luck
as he walks and talks to himself he blames the wealth
not worrying about personal mental health
but the crash of the past hits him as he stops
saying **** this but denying the true flops
the perfection he wasnt able to achieve
something he never could belive
he begins to run as the sun appears
now hes in the sun has to run the fear
the purpose of him was decided and he resided and distorted the truth and as he passes a loenly dark booth he tries to reason but its too late and its the season for the fate
of his to end through the thoughts to spend the night
idk if this
2007-06-27 21:59:16 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Philosophy
You know I like it. Same comments as always. Keep writing, and then put them all together in a publication. Use blurb.com...
But I'll edit them for you first, if you want.
2007-07-01 18:44:26 · answer #1 · answered by M O R P H E U S 7 · 7⤊ 0⤋
This your poetry I like much more, it's good, really good. It's quite philosophical. Create more, progress.
2007-06-28 07:30:46 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
thank you
2007-06-28 05:08:55 · answer #3 · answered by Friend 6 · 0⤊ 1⤋