I wake up everyday, selecting my thoughts
For if those scenarios are not monitored, I might as well head to Ward C
There’s so much chaos that needs to be tamed, and it’s raging a war in my mind
Most nights I go to bed with jumbled thoughts that produce blurry dreams
Waking up has become more of a ritual than a necessity
For my days bleed into one another with only a change of outfit that makes a difference
Sometimes I feel small
On occasion, I feel like I can take over the world
I don’t know which is which
Am I living for real, or am I just letting time pass
It’s all so confusing sometimes
So I write so I won’t forget
For my thoughts are being stolen from me by the minute.
About the Creator
Music Prompt? Music Thingy!
At work a few weeks ago, I was using that Spotify DJ thing, the AI tool that slightly bugs me on principle, but not enough for me to boycott it. (You know the one?) Anyway, I was jamming out to songs I was familiar with, a few new ones, and then all of a sudden, I was stopped in my tracks.
By Mackenzie Davis5 days ago in Beat
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Somehow the poet Ms. Asom is ingeneously able to fit in the emotions of creatives, youths, young professionals and troubled individuals in one poem and in simple but flowery language. No matter what spectrum you are, you find yourself in one, two or more lines. Very few can write relatable poetry like Ms. Asom. Great work of art.