As if I'll lose everything
and live off what I've learned,
Banished from civilization
all my books rightly burned.
So I'll choke my brain with words
until all morals clash and festure,
Eroding the insides of my skull
Knowledge: the great molester.
If I could think any deeper
I'd be digging through ocean dirt.
Yet if I stop this endless quest
I would plummet, then revert...
Author notes
Insensate:
1. Inanimate 2.Inhuman; unfeeling 3. Lacking sense: foolish
I can only blame it on spring fever, but my thinker has about ticked its last tock. I'm looking and looking and looking and I'm not sure what for, but i've come up with theories. Maybe I want to be the best in the world at something nobody gives a hoot n holler about. Maybe I want the satisfaction in owning my indentidy of music. Maybe I just desperately feel the need to express all these life-lesson-moral-whirlygigs that keep sifting through my thoughts. maybe maybe mabye.
Madison
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow. Madison the great. You're an amazing writer. All three stanzas were really powerful. Great job Madison. ♥
Josh
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mad!
mad that was literally incredible.. Emma actually got most of it! lol and i mean like completely loved it.. it was great... my favorite part though was the Knowledge: The great molestor... haha cracks me up!
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Wow, that was amazing. Great write babe, keep it up, I totally understood where you were coming from on this.
Talk to you later, love ya.
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ahhhh...thats awesome.
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