Often when I write.
It amuses me,
That I read the story.
In my mind as it does unfold.
There's a place that I think,
I'm not very proud of it,
In fact I think it stinks.
It's got a dementia mind,
Of that I am quite sure.
I keep forgetting about it,
As it runs around my head.
It's not in the middle,
Nor in the top of my head.
In fact I think my mind,
Is somewhere else instead.
Mind's are a funny thing
of that i'm quite sure.
Don't think that I have one,
It's rotting at the core.
Somewhere in my brain,
I think there is a thread.
Where I may remember,
All the things i've said.
Halfway in my brain,
There's a place that I go.
It isn't in my mind.
It isn't in my soul.
But that is the place,
Where I find myself,
Somewhere in my head.
I wish that I could be,
Someone else instead.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-09-08 at 00:26
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It amuses me,
That I read the story.
In my mind as it does unfold.
Halfway in my brain
Halfway in my brain,There's a place that I think,
I'm not very proud of it,
In fact I think it stinks.
It's got a dementia mind,
Of that I am quite sure.
I keep forgetting about it,
As it runs around my head.
It's not in the middle,
Nor in the top of my head.
In fact I think my mind,
Is somewhere else instead.
Mind's are a funny thing
of that i'm quite sure.
Don't think that I have one,
It's rotting at the core.
Somewhere in my brain,
I think there is a thread.
Where I may remember,
All the things i've said.
Halfway in my brain,
There's a place that I go.
It isn't in my mind.
It isn't in my soul.
But that is the place,
Where I find myself,
Somewhere in my head.
I wish that I could be,
Someone else instead.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 4 times
Written on 2026-09-08 at 00:26
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