Scrambled thoughts
sprawled beneath my feet.
They feel like sand
and in a sense they are..
Rough as they may seem
truths they gleam.
Certain of uncertainty,
doubting doubts.
Knowing my frailty
as I sift through this sand.
Time and time
and time again
these thoughts come in seasons.
Cold and true.
Dark and blue.
Death comes quick,
death comes cold,
death comes brutal,
death will make you fold.
About Me
- Jadd
- Writer, reader, dancer, musician and a lover of all things. I'm a student from the University of Santo Tomas. Currently 18 years old. What you'll read here are my original poems and some write ups. Anything that comes into my mind actually but mostly you'll see poems. Feel free to put in some comments after each post I make. But I reserve the right to remove comments if they are inappropriate. The use of the texts and images I put up in this blog is not permitted without my approval.
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