I believe in nothing
And understand nothing
Concepts float around my mind
Like orphans without the temporary home
There is no destiny
There is no salvation
Only theories to comfort the worried
There is no love
Only blind trust
Temporary happiness is a lollipop for the sick
I am sick
And grape is my favourite flavour
This world
Hah
A circus
We all put our quarters in
And get a jig from the dummies
And eat our cotton candy
With painted smiles
Fun
Well, it is when you make it
your
circus
Please tell me what you think
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your poems have so much imagery to them,I love it,every line has so much thought and AMAZING depth,this is a favorite,my fave line would be:
"Temporary happiness is a lollipop for the sick
I am sick"
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Wow. Interesting... and I mean this more than any other time I've used that word online...
Grap is my favourite flavour too - and I think I get this, though it was written in such a surrealist manner, i feel dizzy just trying to word it.
You, have done something wonderful.
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