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Nothing You Were Thinking

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Nothing You Were Thinking

Poetry By, J. M. Lilin

My mind is like nothing you were thinking.

My mind is like the ocean’s deepest waves.

The thoughts don’t discontinue or pause from breaking the shore full of intention and curiosity.

My mind is like the clouds that appear and construct in the sky above your head.

The thoughts form in a blistering whirlwind, twisting and turning, sometimes something more than a atmospheric cyclone.

My mind is like the packs and wars of wolves. 

The thoughts swirl to the moon with the howls of conquest in achievements or lamentation.

My mind is like nothing you were thinking.

My mind is like the downpour of a tempest.

The thoughts and blizzards of rain will pound the floors of the earth and explore every crook and cranny as clouds of curiosity overtake.

My mind is like the sky.

The thoughts can be clouded and sapphire with doubt, while the accomplished realizations bring on the brightness of clear enthusiasm.

My mind is like the most busiest of cities.

The thoughts don’t ever stop, whether the streetlights lights are on, whether the alley is crepuscular, or the building is scintillating.

My mind is like nothing you were thinking.

My mind is like the flowers.

The thoughts shoot up in sprouts of buds to develop more every day along with the entire décor of others.

My mind is like the river.

The thoughts ripple and circulate in a swirl of emerging bolts and jolts over rocks and like the river and bolt and jolt over props and anchors.

My mind is like a field of a million wildflowers.

The thoughts developing in my consciousness multiply and flourish until they are unstoppably stubborn with tinted and toned colors.

My mind is like a lone island.

The thoughts are in the middle of nowhere that no one can seem to find or relate to and as they finally explore, their startled to find what they find.

My mind is like nothing you were thinking.

My mind is like a monthly hurricane.

The thoughts erupt into a flurry of images until its prodded and propelled away by the breeze of ink and paper.

My mind is like the lightning.

The thoughts spark up and shock, formed into crackled lines of bolting flashes.

My mind is like nothing you were thinking.

My mind is like a contagious disease.

The thought is caught, and the spread is unstoppable into forming something uncurable unless its written.

My mind is like a library.

The thoughts will never stop until every book is written, until every shelf is full of dust and parchment.

My mind is like the snow.

The thoughts will heap and bundle to overwhelm and then they emancipate with the freedom of written words and melt away to form a flake. 

My mind is now relieved but is soon to be burdened with the outbreak of writer’s block gone, and the new flurry of a snow-storm come upon.

My mind is like nothing you were thinking.


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34 replies »

  1. Thank you so much! I’m glad to hear that. I really enjoyed writing it and I thought it was an intriguing reflection on the creativity of a writers mind.

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