A Poetical Prognosis By Justin A. Gwynn (written just now) Aug something 2014 Words are written thoughtlessly as if, the music hadnt described the beat, The rhythm, and the scene. This is more than just a dream. Its a passion, a sensation of elation That cant be contained! Its the energy flowing through me constantly in state of change Its rearranged complex carbohydrates Broken down to simple sugars in areas where the fat concentrates But its Mostly just a mass of melodies and mysteries Mostly an idea allowed release Like an egg From the ovaries As I write I bleed The blood is just the poetry Its that time when it comes out I put it on a pad So dont get mad Its a tad messy Disgusting Engrossing Metaphorically Exposing The motivation that oozes through my pores. Make me slap you on the back and ask if you want more. Do you like it? Id this good to you? Am I being a bad boy? Am I giving you mad joy? Enjoy Im done Finished It was fun.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 15:54:18 +0000
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