December 10, 2010
By Masterpiece21 DIAMOND, Denver, Colorado
Masterpiece21 DIAMOND, Denver, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
Doubt is the beginning, not the end, of wisdom

All these balloons inside my head,
Filled with air like the silence you left.

Can I let them out?
Too much inside.

All these thoughts that enter my mind,
Filled with emptiness, guilt, the darkest kind.

Lay on the ground.
Let them float to the sky.

Not enough said.

Too many thoughts.

The author's comments:
The shifts in the poem are so random and sudden to represent how quickly my mind wanders. Sometimes I feel like I'm filled with so much that I'm just going to overflow. Thoughts float out of my head like balloons.

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