My thoughts are explosions
Seeping outwards like dynamite
Blowing themselves into splinters
Ice shards that stick in the walls
Sometimes they are a fractal
Forever dividing and subdividing
Sometimes they are a blank sheet of paper
Presenting only opportunity
Sometimes they are a fetus inside a womb
Ready to burst open with life
Sometimes they are an atom bomb
Leaving everyone in a death grasp
Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I press my hands against the glass
Waiting until, one day, my hands
Will push all the way through
To the other side, and feel a warmer sun
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Woooah... that was like... deep.
'ello. Got to say, one of your weirder ones. But, i actually really like it. It all makes a lot of sense to me. It's like, insane. yeah. I love you. It kind of reminds me of something i wrote a while back, except, naturally, mine was more all over the place and made way less sense. I don't think i ever posted it on here. But yeah. Awesome.
love you.
see ya smack daddy
(i promise i'm not high)
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The images you use in this poem are awesome. Nicely done.
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wonderful
I LOVE THIS! Abstract and yes.. thoughtful! beautifully contemplated
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this is a wonderful piece of writing. the way youve described you thoughts as things and use heaps of descrption in this poem. i think tis wonderful. the ending where you explain ur wish to be on the other side of the mirror is an effective end to this poen good work
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Whoa!
that was so good! matter in fact i thin it could be one of the best poems on here, not to many will understand it. but i did. you are very enlightened i would like to read more of your poems.
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The Surrealist Salavador Dali spoke of stepping toward his easel and disappearing into his paintings
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