Twisting, turning, meandering around. The words bumpingand shovingeachother CAN'T-GET-OUT-FAST-ENOUGH from this body. Flowing from my brain through my fingers and onto this computer screen Into the vast sea of the internet. From my screen to yours. From my eyes to yours and into your brain. I'M IN YOUR HEAD. MY WORDS ARE THERE!
Jumping, twisting, turning running all about with no destination and no end in sight. Just a pretty word or two something to impress upon you. See, I can write after all! Flowing freely from my fingertips Ripping out with no constraint Grab a thesaurus for extra help. Writing empty words, devoid of meaning along with passages which contain my soul. Can't tell the bullshit from my heart. Words ooze just like butter spread and smeared across the screen. Can't seem to stop my head from pouring out these phrases like buckets of rain. Someone, please stop me now before I get carried away and reveal too much of me to too many folks who won't understand the creature which is Kim. peace and love
Live the good life and you're okay. Deviate from the plan and you should be scorned by everyone who can see you. Be an individual, shame on you. Why can't you blend into a crowd? You're hair is matted and nasty. Just cut and style it like those other folks. Why do you try to be so different? Why can't you be normal like me? It is now time for my retort. I like my hair in dreads, it's not a fashion statement but rather, an anti-statement. My clothes may not look like hers or his, but these threads are much more comfortable and socially friendly. They aren't made from the sweat of children as young as 6. My life is more complete than most. I am happy with me and that is more than what most "normal" people can claim to be. Peace and love
To my beautiful muse, you inspire my words and thoughts that flow from my heart and soul, like a fresh mountain stream on it's journey to an unknown land and sea. Your eyes flicker like fireflies in the vast abyss, my muse. Your presence sends chills up and down my spine, arms, and legs and I am helpless to your charm. You surround me with positive energy which allows my writings to exist. You provide the safe enviroment that I need to bare my heart and soul to the world and you won't let them hurt me. You are my sunshine, my moon, my stars You are my Buddhist Cosmos, thousands of worlds which we cannot begin to comprehend. Only you can. Peace and love
These were all good. I really like the first one. I've felt like that before. Like I have too much to say and not enough time to say it.
Dirty sandals, dirty shoes, dirty sneakers, how bout you? We begin and we end. Repetition is the key. Get up every morning, drag yourself to class. Fill your belly full of food. Smoke a cigarette ten times a day. Hop on your bike and ride to work. Ride home and jump in bed. Rinse, lather, repeat. Repetition is the key. the key, The Key, THE KEY!!!
Wow...all of them...amazing, the first, very literal and awesome, I loved...but especially the last...wow...holy shit man, excellent, excellent, excellent...
hi there this is great { just this emotion of the moment...} and your words will always be there,once a person reads the seeds are there like upon the screen .. lovenpeace from saff
