Iscomart
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just different
I live inside my own world of make believe,
I see the world through the eyes of a little kid,
I love to experiment my thoughts but usually there are extreme yet I crave for fantasy.
Sometimes I lose track of reality and feel like something am not,
Or perhaps it might be my alter ego Trying to express itself.
My thoughts are precious to me And brings out hope within,
It doesn't matter what people say, Yes logic will get you from A-Z but imagination will get you everywhere.
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COMMENTS
Karma says: The Power of Imagination, "Will Get [Me] Everywhere!" I Loved the Reminder of this Poem, to Never Grow So Old Again. Good Write Poet. |
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mlowe5 says: Write on, Iscomart! So wonderful to hear from you. Thanks for this creative write. Continue to nourish our spirits with your young beautiful poetic mind. Be safe. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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Iscomart says: Thank you very muchmlowe5 I appreciate your consistent reading o my piece |
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Iscomart says: Thank you very karma, am glad it brings back a feeling of nostalgia within you |
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jaysims says: i felt that.. thanks for sharing |
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LP45 says: Excellent write Iscomart. Great all around imagery and flow. Keep doing you. Thanks for sharing. Peace and blessings. |
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Iconbryant says: Thanks for sharing this great piece! |
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Iscomart says: Thank you every one for the beautiful feedback am so happy you guys love my thought. |
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Iscomart says: Thank you every one for the beautiful feedback am so happy you guys love my thought. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Iscomart
Dreams are weirdIt was a cool morning in India, so i took a walk, saw a bird then I took a shot... Had a feeling that I killed a duck.... Ended up been a dorky monk, Oh no I killed a man, had to look around... Saw a monkey I suspect could spill the juice so i shot at once... Now am out of rounds, felt exposed so I ran as fast, heading towards the cave ahead.... not minding the darkness within, I went in deep only to stand head on with a Bear I guess... About to die, I woke up on my bed in sweat, with a big grin I felt I saw the future. By iscomart  |
In my own worldI live inside my own world of make believe, I see the world through the eyes of a little kid, I love to experiment my thoughts but usually there are extreme yet I crave for fantasy. Sometimes I lose track of reality and feel like something am not, Or perhaps it might be my alter ego Trying to express itself. My thoughts are precious to me And brings out hope within, It doesn't matter what people say, Yes logic will get you from A-Z but imagination will get you everywhere. |
SelfloveAm in love with my self I am self-centered, The world Sees me differently And this makes me feel bad. Now I try to love another but myself, yet my old lover stalks me all day. I still love myself, but I care about what people think, now i hide in the crowd Because I don't want to be seen by my Self. By iscomart |
The ways of the mindTHE WAYS OF THE MIND Mind is a menace, it drives you through the clouds of thoughts Exposes you through lustful sought All triggered by curious wonders. Mind is a menace, it never let's you be to rest, but always makes you feel duress, all triggered by your resent issues. Mind is a menace, it drives you through the clouds of thoughts. There is no break to this constant ponder. In every thought there is a good and a bad, but what you see is what you get. Mind is a menace but we play a role to its dubious ways. By iscomart |
ThoughtlessThoughtless The mind is running dry, abandoned to waste in empty space where there is nothing to quench its taste A dark vacuum where thoughts never sprout. Can a plant dwell without the sun? No! so does the mind feed. The mind as lost its ways, even demons flee it's pat searching for better wit, where is hope when the pat to heaven runs through clouded hell. The mind is running dry and it's up to you to quench its taste. By iscomart |
