Loose thoughts

Loose thoughts Jun 2015

My mood could click,
In a single clock tick,
Just on thought or flashback,
And it all comes back..

~A.d | 26 March 2015

Loose thoughts Jun 2015

I do

I do know,
I just don't show,
I do feel,
I know what is and isn't real.

~A.d | 26 March 2015

Loose thoughts Jun 2015

Free your soul

Talk like no one's listening,
Enjoy life like you own everything.

~A.d |26 March 2015

Loose thoughts Jun 2015

The truth

Don't give a lot,
Or appreciation will be cut.

~A.d | 26 March 2015

Sometimes we only learn when going through the hard ways in life..

Loose thoughts Mar 2015

Can you see it?

Well, i'll tell you what I see,
Within this squared frame,
I see an artist
With limitless creations,
And an unceasing imagination,
A poet full of potential,
With bursting passion,
Person sweeter than sugar,
With a warm heart
Kinder than ever,
I see so much talent,
And so much still hidden,
That'll one day fully awaken,

Can you see it now?
Though this mirrors frame,
Your True Reflect.

~A.d | 18 Nov 2014

This was to one of my close friends, she has so much talent yet she doesn't recognize them as well as others see it in her. I hope she one day views them the same way I do.

Loose thoughts Mar 2015

The walk #2

I went for a walk
and found a fork

I went beck to the house
and saw a mouse

I took him in
and he ran to the bin

what a long busy day
what will i find on Friday.

~A.d

An utterly touching poem that makes full sense which I have written when I was 9 years old. Thinking that one day, maybe, just maybe, my future self would be a famous poet, and that I'd show people my work when I was a kid. I never though i'd get this far with my poetry. I love my younger self.

Loose thoughts Mar 2015

The walk

I went for a walk
and had a talk
with a little bunny
that tasted like honey
and had some money
I asked him for a carrot
because he couldn't do my salad
but he had non
because there is only one.

~A.d

A touching poem that makes full sense which I have written when I was 9 years old on a crumbled piece of paper that I've still kept. Thinking that one day, maybe, just maybe, my future self would be a famous poet, and that I'd show people my work when I was a kid. I never though i'd get this far with my poetry. I love my younger self.