A short poem about your mind and the communication process.

Its a small essay I wrote about what I would like to do before I die. Leave comments please =).

My opinion about the upcoming holidays.

Poem.

A glimpse of the mind as seen through the eyes of failures, success, and indifference.

A verse.

Memories of past fears and troubles with no peace, thinking on and on about the past, not able to let it go. Hope seems wilted. A person crying out to be rescued from their own thoughts and memories of the past.

Time haiku.

Once in awhile thoughts in one’s head are like a thunderstorm. Sometimes thoughts are hard to get a hold of and put into something recognizable.

Just some mind bending thoughts.