Wrote this after David Williams sent me a
message on the unsuspected question.
that flowed through my head.
Intoxicating, what is left,
I never know where the stories go,
my soul screams at me once again,
Through my mind and my brain.
Pulsing while traveling,
Up through my veins.
Picking up speed whilst written,
i read as I write, no end insight.
Often I put a spin on the end,
As I wind up the stories.
I never know where they might end.
i just go with the flow, until the story ends.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-09-22 at 00:02
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message on the unsuspected question.
DOWN MEMORY LANE. Part four
This was one of those poems,that flowed through my head.
Intoxicating, what is left,
I never know where the stories go,
my soul screams at me once again,
Through my mind and my brain.
Pulsing while traveling,
Up through my veins.
Picking up speed whilst written,
i read as I write, no end insight.
Often I put a spin on the end,
As I wind up the stories.
I never know where they might end.
i just go with the flow, until the story ends.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-09-22 at 00:02
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