Explanation Of The Tide Of Unfinished #poems So, lately all my #poems I've posted have been unfinished for reasons that I don't always remember. Could've been that I didn't know how to end it, didn't turn out how i wanted, or simply got interrupted. No matter the reason I'm not one to tamper with the past. Whatever I was feeling when I wrote a particular #poem can't be reflected at another time. To try add to those #poems now, in my opinion, would contaminate they feelings they represented. And so I've been presenting the unfinished forms to show this.
They took me in a room with clouds in the ceiling and stars in the floor, Laid me down on a white bed, and my thoughts became a wave to shore, My dreams were displayed on a silver screen and they watched by, But what they saw, they couldn't have ever prepared for. Because they couldn't have known. White flashes, colors blurred, weave into a intricate quilt of dreams, Lately, my
Another Unfinished #poem Every year, every year and every month and every day I make the same wish, the same wish that never comes true. And every time I'll think it's finally here, that it will all go away. But it never does, this pain is only done when I'm through But I won't give up all that easy People don't see the hurt that's quiet and slow They don't see the little girl who hides her tears in a pillow case And they don't see the teen who no longer knows how to feel. Because she isn't a story, she's just a forgotten film reel.
Usagi
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