Ode To My Thoughts
My Thoughts are
mystic and magical.
Complex.
Sometimes I am
crazy and fun.
Stupid.
Mistakes make my mind muddled.
Yet there is
Intelligence.
There is wisdom,
experience,
empathy.
There is beauty.
My
Thoughts are thoughtful.
My Thoughts are gold,
jewels, and
precious pearls.
True treasures
locked in the wooden chest,
and buried in sand.
Protection against the pirates,
who want to steal
their exquisiteness.
My Thoughts are
inputs
and
outputs
of me.
They make me,
who I was,
who I am,
and who I will be.
My priceless
Thoughts are mine,
and mine
alone.
My Thoughts are as
exotic
as a lion,
a tiger.
An animal
viciously stalking
its prey, that nonetheless
lovingly cares
for its own.
I am
the most influential person
in my life.
I am my own muse.
I owe that
to my Thoughts,
whom I
love
with all of my
heart.
Despite the mass amount of
trouble
they cause me
I endure them with
a beaming smile
as they also allow me
to see the
light.
I love them as
I love myself.
They are myself.
My Thoughts are
held on to
like the embrace
between mother and child.
Something full of
familiarity and
comfort
which I enjoy
with an immense
love.
Something full of
a possessive
pride.
I hold my Thoughts with
an unyielding devotion.
From a shallow puddle of
likes
and
dislikes
to a deep vast ocean of
adoration
and
loathing
my Thoughts are there,
experiencing it all at once.
My Thoughts are the
puddles,
the oceans.
All emotions I
feel
are offshoots of these.
As are my
talents,
my
skills.
My Thoughts are what
make me
three dimensional,
unique,
and my own mind.
I love them as
I love myself.
They are myself.
My Thoughts bring ideas,
wondrous ideas,
which sprout from a
sparkly spring.
Gently they glide to the ground
and slope downward,
forming a trickling stream and
create new things
and solve problems.
Hearing the bubbling brook
brings a soothing serenity.
I am safe.
A light drizzle,
a river,
a creek.
I cherish the calm.
My Thoughts bring more ideas
which build
and build
on top of one another.
The sprout is
bursting,
overflowing.
The calm wavering waters
turn swiftly into
roaring rapids.
It brings adventurous excitement.
I am scared.
A swirling whirlpool,
a hurricane,
a flood.
I relish the adrenaline.
Two sides of the same coin,
both born from my Thoughts,
my ideas,
and intensely valued.
My Thoughts are
a powerful machine,
creating words,
and images
which I hold on the
pedestal
that is my
head.
My Thoughts are a
blank page,
full of new
unexplored possibilities.
I am grateful for the
meaningful
and exhilarating thrill
I receive for starting fresh.
Each Thought
is a chance
to forgive,
to change for the better.
My Thoughts are
An opportunity to create
a whole new person to portray.
My Thoughts are
complex,
nonlinear,
random,
and my Thoughts
are
on
this
very
Page.
This Page
is
random,
nonlinear,
and complex.
It is a piece of
abstract art
worthy of a museum,
just like Your thoughts!
Everybody has their voices.
Though I may not always
act like it,
I cherish your Thoughts,
because I know
they are just as
mystical
as
mine.
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