a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Saturday, 18 June 2011
My mind is encased in a glass jar. Thoughts swarming like flies To a neon lamp. The constant buzzing and tapping reminds me that I am safe Yet trapped. The intense silence is deafening As it engulfs everything that is, Until finally all that is left Is what might or might not be.