It's been awhile...I don't know, this is a bad idea.
I'm broken, i am beat, scarred. I fucked up.
I feel despaired, alone, though it cannot be in a world of 7 billion,
I'm sure there is someone somewhere similar to me.
I'm not talking of love...I merely state my state of mind
My mind that is fragmented. Open. Closed. Lost.
Maybe I long once more for words
that i cannot find, i cannot be bothered...
I make not an ounce of sense, could this probably be dismissed.
Maybe i just need to take this break, to break the things that i needed to do.
maybe i'm feeling something that i can no longer control.
I care, i care way too damn much, no it is ju
It's been awhile...I don't know, this is a bad idea.
I'm broken, i am beat, scarred. I fucked up.
I feel despaired, alone, though it cannot be in a world of 7 billion,
I'm sure there is someone somewhere similar to me.
I'm not talking of love...I merely state my state of mind
My mind that is fragmented. Open. Closed. Lost.
Maybe I long once more for words
that i cannot find, i cannot be bothered...
I make not an ounce of sense, could this probably be dismissed.
Maybe i just need to take this break, to break the things that i needed to do.
maybe i'm feeling something that i can no longer control.
I care, i care way too damn much, no it is ju
The poems piled high,
They form my Tower,
Standing above I survey,
My construction,
The plains and fields, stretching far,
To the borders of Koentopia,
To the Edge,
Were all things stop.
I see the Wisdom Drop,
And the Verbose mountaintops.
I see the Spire, reaching high.
I see Lobsang walking,
Words around him grazing.
I smell, the old ink stains,
As they sing to those who listen,
Of the magic they used to be.
I hear, echoing faintly in my ear,
The throb,
Of Koentopia's heart.
Beating slow, beating fast,
Never ending.
It rests somewhere deep and dark,
Yet is filled with light, radiant.
It is not above nor below,
Or there where the plants grow