Parallel DoorsA Poem by VanessaLately, I’m driven to answer a question. I might be onto something, Like the exuberant professor that struggles to find Sanity.
I have a theory, Structured with a fixation to know So that I’m not oblivious like the generations that burned And battered The hub of time.
I smoke a lot of f*****g weed. But I’ve also pushed my mind’s boundaries, Swam the depths of bottomless oceans That taught me how to live for myself. Now, Equipped with the passion Of a love being taken away… I’ll still dig deeper Watching the structure built by those before me Fall away as the poles are rearranged, I’ll still endure the consequences of freedom. I’m still eight steps away, Waiting behind but a layer of drywall for him. © 2010 VanessaReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 2, 2010 Last Updated on April 2, 2010 AuthorVanessaAbout-As an introduction . . . . every place that I go gets an even number of steps. Yet, I don't very much like symmetry. -I love the smell of wet moss when it rains. -There's this ama.. more..Writing
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