Genre - Poetry. You are on the page - 169
βThe only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!β -jack kerouac
this poem is a new one that i just feel like writting....it's idk...gonna be different...hope you like it...i love you baby if you read this...well....
A short poem conceived in the quiet of The Sahara.
Our society is plagued with many addictive substances. We must be educated about the severity of ingesting prescription drugs,cigarettes,alcohol and illegal drugs.
This is something that I jsut wrote. I was trying out a couple things that I don't usually do (not having it rhyme, changing the format a bit, etc.), so... It's not very good and it doesn't flow too well.
Solitary sometimes is where I go to renew my soul because I lost my way. The journey never ends to renew your soul because life will take your dreams away solitary is where I go because it gives me strength to face another day