The Mind

by Tyler   May 29, 2004


I write not whats on my mind...
But rather what my mind commands.
For i am but its slave...
It's pawn, to be disposed of as it sees fit.

I am but its messenger.
It controls my every thought.
My every movement,
part of its sinister master plan...

I was never meant to "think"...
I was only put here to Translate...
Translate the ideas so that time after time,
The minds of other people could understand...

We are all slaves...
Trapped by our minds...
Open the gate...
Set yourself Free...

*Note: this is a different style from me... but after i started... i didnt really care...

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  • 19 years ago

    by Amy

    I liked this poem a lot!! Great job!!
    Luv,
    Amy

  • 19 years ago

    by Tyler

    no offence takin... i cant expect everyone to like my poems :) lol thanks for the honesty everyone

  • 19 years ago

    by Tamila Bob

    hi i like a lot,so true.i used to know a guy named tyler so hi tyler lol

  • 19 years ago

    by Kevin

    interesting....i liked what you were getting at, but i didn't really enjoy the poem...i hope this causes no offence, i'm being honest...which seems to cause a stir in these parts...

  • 19 years ago

    by Amy

    hey really great poem. it was different to most ones ive read but perhaps thats why i liked it. keep it up

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