fractured state of mind
listening to music of another kind
my mind drifts from thought to thought
thinking about all the battles
that I once faught
frayed ideas
fill my brain
as my soul
is fed by rain
a freeform poem
open and I'll show'm
my mind ain't right
I'm lossin' sight
Of reality
I'm winning the fight
with my mind
with my world
with my soul
reaching forward
reaching for my goal
My thoughts can fly
in my mind they amplify
you'd be surprised at the rate
of which I can find my fate
Gathering my thoughts
taking them captive
I reinstate sanity
which is nothing short of insane
as I question the activities
of my ve
When nature meets man, man destroys its beauty, the concrete reigns over the land, the metals over the sea.
He tears open the skies, with his angry views, and destroys it's purity, and forms his ruse.
He plans to make streets in the water, and deny things as they are, to burn the world down, and then sit in all of his char.
Yet there are still a few, who will sleep in water, and one day their reflections, will cause a suicidal slaughter.
My mind works in the process of two parallel bars that are layered. Think of it like a layered wafer cookie, with another one sitting next to it completely parallel. On the first layer, the clearest one, is where my loudest thoughts are. These are the things I think just before I speak them. I think them in complete sentences, and they are almost perfect. They even consist of me misspeaking myself at times or saying "uh" or "umm" among other things.
The second layer is my fast thoughts. These thoughts are used to help organize and edit the loud thoughts(layer one) before I finish thinking them, or plan out how I will think them. This
fractured state of mind
listening to music of another kind
my mind drifts from thought to thought
thinking about all the battles
that I once faught
frayed ideas
fill my brain
as my soul
is fed by rain
a freeform poem
open and I'll show'm
my mind ain't right
I'm lossin' sight
Of reality
I'm winning the fight
with my mind
with my world
with my soul
reaching forward
reaching for my goal
My thoughts can fly
in my mind they amplify
you'd be surprised at the rate
of which I can find my fate
Gathering my thoughts
taking them captive
I reinstate sanity
which is nothing short of insane
as I question the activities
of my ve
When nature meets man, man destroys its beauty, the concrete reigns over the land, the metals over the sea.
He tears open the skies, with his angry views, and destroys it's purity, and forms his ruse.
He plans to make streets in the water, and deny things as they are, to burn the world down, and then sit in all of his char.
Yet there are still a few, who will sleep in water, and one day their reflections, will cause a suicidal slaughter.
My mind works in the process of two parallel bars that are layered. Think of it like a layered wafer cookie, with another one sitting next to it completely parallel. On the first layer, the clearest one, is where my loudest thoughts are. These are the things I think just before I speak them. I think them in complete sentences, and they are almost perfect. They even consist of me misspeaking myself at times or saying "uh" or "umm" among other things.
The second layer is my fast thoughts. These thoughts are used to help organize and edit the loud thoughts(layer one) before I finish thinking them, or plan out how I will think them. This