If inkblots spoke truth
the earth would fall into itself
and I would wonder why
the sun never mentioned the sky.
If inkblots spoke truth
we would not feel
and I’d be forgotten
like words without lips.
If inkblots spoke truth
we would not be matter
and simply would sit
as ink in a blot.
If inkblots spoke truth
people would be readable
and individuality would cease
like paper airplanes without a crease.
If inkblots spoke truth
me wouldn’t be me
and to see would be
life’s only certainty.














Comments
as ink in a blot "...interesting...to be quite honest i never thought much abt ink blots before...overall its a good poem..very catchy ( i dont mean that in a bad way
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freedom is forensic
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Everything will be ok in the end. If its not ok, its not the end.- Unknown Author
Is there an indelible line dividing sanity from insanity, or do they change one into the other at the slightest turn of events. - Vincent - Cowboy Bebop Knockin' on Heaven'
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Here kitty!! Come here. Ill let you express your individuality without restricting your self worth. . .just remember to use the litter box. . .
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freedom is forensic
--Seth
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Here kitty!! Come here. Ill let you express your individuality without restricting your self worth. . .just remember to use the litter box. . .
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freedom is forensic
and individuality would cease
like paper airplanes without a crease"
interesting line...sorry that wasn't supposed to be a play on words.
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"Oh snail, climb Mount Fuji but slowly, slowly."
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