Food for thought,Thought for soul,
Yes, I do need some.
Poems of some great writers,
Words of the lesser known,
Lyrics but no music.
World is but my imagination.
I need wings.
I am not Icarus.
I would fly to the sun.
I need to be a part of the scene,
The vibrant black scene.
I am in a jail, rotting away,
Writing gibberish and undiscovered words.
The ink is over and there is no more paper.
2 comments:
Bloghopped here and have been here for a very long time. The blog's very different from the pretentiously verbose ones I read all the time. Its in your face, funny and I can relate to a lot of the things said. I have JMs all the time, I believe Gregory Roberts IS exaggerating, have had the "Do you drink?" convos with mum and I was bowled over by Shabana and Farooque the very same day :). Genuinely lovely blog.
P.S. I was in splits with your pee-pee Joey Moment. Does that make me a sadist? :P
Hey notgogol....sorry for a late reply..thanks so much...extremely motivatin comment:) Hope u stay around for all the upcomin posts..n m jus gonna check out ur blog!
P.S. trust me laughing at any JM doesnt make u a sadist..hehe...
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