Thoughts
They overflow the mind
Like a river, they flow from one spot to another.
Ripples that crinkle on the surface,
like one idea that surpasses another.
Sometimes they all rush in,
Overflowing the mind of unmade decisions.
One leading to another in connections;
Like looking at a bunch of trees in the reflection,
where their branches intertwine.
There are good thoughts,
as the purest water.
There are bad thoughts,
as the contaminated water.
The brain becomes infested with words;
trying to put together all the keywords.
But sometimes these words are useless,
Unless there's meaning behind them
lurking in its shadow.
But this mind was flooded with thoughts.
It was at maximum capacity,
or an overpopulated city.
Some ideas get swept away by the strong force of the current;
Where one idea is pushed away by another.
But in the process of its production,
these thoughts led to a flooded city of destruction.
Hope you enjoyed my original poem, as well as the new Response 3 that we are doing!
-Rachel
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