Strange LessonA Poem by luciddreamer
I never know what to do. Even some of the most simpliest of problems, I can't solve, at times, and in general I hate frikking life. On the other hand; I feel through music, art, pleasure, fun, and sharing open, true thoughts exhillirating and at these moments I am so truly grateful to be alive. There has been a battle waged for my mind since my birth and probably before; I've been around before.
Examples of my should of listened to my intuition ranges from simple arguments to if I had missed work that day I also would of missed the rape. This is a fact that cannot be ignored. One of my other "beings", an emotion, reminds me that I also don't know what would of happened if I had listened to my intuition. I have always been slammed with that logic. I have always known that men are much greater in their heads than in their beds. Now I laugh, as I give this creature, my mind, more and more to do via learning history, science, and math, while I start to record the lessons of my youth.
© 2011 luciddreamer
Added on March 11, 2011
Last Updated on March 11, 2011
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