HOW MY THOUGHT PROCESS WORKS
I once had a book how to write,Telling me you must have a start,
A middle and an end.
That doesn't work for me,
For when my mind floats free.
I start to write. Letting it take me,
To where it wishes to be.
I delve into my unconscious mind,
Never knowing what I may find,
Writing stories along the way.
My mind takes me to places,
So far that I've never been.
To faces i've never seen,
I wouldn't want it any other way.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-10-18 at 01:18
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