A Deep Thought

A Deep Thought

A Poem by Black Jess

Sitting in the balcony, pondering deeply

Thoughts are like a flow, but resolutions are not to be made when your heart decides instead of your brain

So you just sit there, in silence, feeling the breeze on your cheek, waiting forlornly and try to make things happen by doing nothing !

And as time pass by, you learn that it’s worthy, but still, you keep wasting time, longing for miracles and wishing upon the stars

 

Maybe it’s the tiring routine that makes me feel this way, or it’s the effect of the edge of changing into something else that makes deep thought, never thought about before, pumps into the forehead and makes me write weird ideas and strange words with no meaning.

And as I said “words with no meaning’’ I remembered a song that goes like :

~ words with no meaning, have kept me dreaming, but they don’t tell me anything  ~

 

Comfortable in what you’re wearing but uncomfortable in your mind

Wanting to use big words in order to express big ideas

And “fun” is a luxury you don’t have time for it


Any who…

Don’t mind the bizarre attitude, the brain is such a complex structure that need to be explored and maybe it’s a part of it that makes me go into this mood


                     

© 2019 Black Jess


Author's Note

Black Jess
I saw a picture, I liked it, I wanted to write something that goes with it, and here’s what I came up with !

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I like the way your mind wandered when looking at that picture. Shows great imagination.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


Black Jess

4 Years Ago

Actually, this poem was a mixture of my imagination and my own thoughts.
Thank you for passi.. read more
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

You are welcome.

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