(Obviously many of my poems have no titles, hence the dates I have put in their places. I think this was my first year at Washburn University in Topeka)


Just let it go

The mind

Just let it go

My friend

It’s all just a poem

A piece of rock lodged in the mantle of the subconscious

It’s all just a poem

My friend

Crack the shell of inhibition

Just let it flow

You can’t be wrong

If it feels right.

Who cares what they say?

They have their own problems to deal with

Who cares what they say?

The sun still rises every morning

The moons sets low each night

Like a Ferris wheel

They come around

They go around

Like faces

They come and they go

Ferris Wheel

Published by Mind Stroll

This is a collage. This is old and new. This is mainly new added to old. This is not a test.

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