i am into poetry sometimes...not poetry in the real sense...
but just simple words out of my way of pensive thinking..
i wrote this a while ago..does it make sense??
I found a box of words today
In a corner of my mind
I think my brain tucked them away
In a place I'd never find
The box was black and dusty
Full of words I rarely use
I think my brain had hid them
While I suffered from the blues
Words like "hate" and "prejudice"
Words that hurt and maim
I didn't know the box was there
Now, I've found it just the same
Now, what to do with this old box
And the words that are inside
These are true words of avoidance
Words I guess I thought had died
I don't know what just made me
Go into this corner of my head
I must have eaten Mexican
Before I went to bed
But, now I have a box of words
I can not use or sell
And some I see are pretty bad
So, I guess it's just as well
I'll put the box away again
And I'll hide it in my brain
And I'll keep these dark words buried
For to use them is insane...