I like sitting quietly and being filled up with thought.
I like to write.
I like putting my thoughts in ink or type or whatever it is that makes them permanent.
If I don’t, I will soon second guess each and every one of them,
and they will all change.
Or worse,
They'll disappear forever.
Like a cracked, leaky jar, contents gets poured in and then leaks back out.
Useless thoughts scattered across the floor.
Waiting to get mopped up and wrung out.
I don’t want to be a leaky thinker.
I’d like my jar of thoughts to be used for something.
So when I get filled up with thought, I'll pour it out in writing.
Then I'll have another thought...
and then another.
I'll add each one to the mess, and mix it around a while.
Before I know it, I’ve made something.
One complete, concrete, meaningful thought,
Made from many small insignificant ones.
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Author:
Mad Matt (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I didn't get super poetic with this one. Just shared my thoughts. I didn’t know what I would write about when I began this one. I started with one small thought. And then I kept thinking and kept writing. Suddenly I had a short but complete blog post. So, if you are wondering, this is why I started a blog. I will force myself to have complete thoughts. I will force myself not only to start something, but finish it. I won’t let opportunities or thoughts disappear. They will mean something to me. Maybe others will find meaning in them as well.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good stuff!
Keep just letting the thoughts flow out.
Those are always the best ones.
So true. Thanks for reading!
May those thoughts always remain fixed in your life.
Welcome to MPS.
good read, worded glimpse at a thought process - as it unfolds
thanks for sharing
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