UNTITLED...for now

UNTITLED...for now

A Poem by Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)

poem I wrote a little while ago...it signals depression, but I'm far from it.


...to have a mind filled with elusive thoughts,




and going,

Swiftly unknowing,

Why isn't intelligence showing?

Is it too, forever locked away,

like a heart without pain.


Depression has no measure,

Forever runneth the tears,

Shifting, my life has been,

for quite some years.


When I thought I found myself,

Chaos begins to take its toll.

When violets are blown down,

they are forced to regrow.

© 2010 Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)

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The style is wonderful-it helps me relate to what you are writing. It's sort of simply comforting to know that others go through these phases of "is this chaos ever going to stop interrupting ME?". Thank you :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

Good Luck, Natee in the lake.

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing simply amazing :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

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. brilliantly expressed ... that's how it feels ... i can relate to this ...

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on November 13, 2010
Last Updated on November 13, 2010


Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)
Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)

Where The Wild Things Are, CA

just started writing poetry, a way of art to express myself, to release my emotions I enjoy the works of Walt Whitman, E.E. Cummings, Langston Hughes, W.E.B. Dubois, William Ernest Henley, Ernest H.. more..


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