Poems from 4kelsea
Stumped, stoopified, bored, and drawing a blank,
is that really waht the day's events have led me to?
They ask me what is on my mind and...
The sky a misty and gray.
The window sill my head does lay,
Contemplating the days before,
when the sun's dry heat singed my to the core,...
I want to have something to write about, I really do.
I want to explain lifelong mysteries that have confuddled the human race for several...
Who are they, not something you'd expect someone to ask about the people they voluntarily hang around everyday...
Unconcious, head in the clouds, drifting away from reality.
Willed into being fooled by one's mind.
Images flash before closed eyes....