To be the best in all things poetic
This makes me wonder..
Why do we gather in rooms
Which belong
To foolish words
To humbled souls
and to tainted love
Why is it we journey togeather
Releasing the
Entrails of our souls
Our meloncoly ways
and the sweetness of our hearts
For though we all gather
For though we all share
The gems
The dirt
The laughter
And the pain
We all travel our different paths
Looking for stimulation
looking for our own understanding
Looking for a place in which we all belong
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC
To be the best in all things poetic
This makes me wonder..
Why do we gather in rooms
Which belong
To foolish words
To humbled souls
and to tainted love
Why is it we journey togeather
Releasing the
Entrails of our souls
Our meloncoly ways
and the sweetness of our hearts
For though we all gather
For though we all share
The gems
The dirt
The laughter
And the pain
We all travel our different paths
Looking for stimulation
looking for our own understanding
Looking for a place in which we all belong
I wonder
Why is it you come here
Is it to sooth your soul
To scream your hatred
Or to be counted as part of the poetic kingdom
Things just make me ponder sometimes
This was written on a ponder ...
