moon
shine stars
kiss us fools
in the light of day
paint the sky a shade of pink
and keep it
with us
drunken
when all the worlds sinks into oblivion
what shatters it?
is it the sun with too much light
at which day breaks
that we really see more?
time clusters in my brain
and jingles in fast and slow rhythms
that which mutters in the shadow
like echoes in the abyss
will maybe later reconvene in a dream
wild gestures of the unseen seams of time
that jingles and taunts and begs release
life like a series of lost and found keys
this would go on forever if i really were free
what do YOU think?
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This is the best I've read so far.
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I like this a LOT. It's great
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kkk i think it asks too many questions. be a bitch about your beliefs and don't fucking doubt them kick some ass with your thoughts and feelings. i love the last verse. you're very good at the finish man. so far i really like the way you tie things together. this is my weak point with what i write. so i'm taking notes.
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classy
Usually I think interesting people are a myth. Way to prove their existence.
I'll have to do some kind of documentary on you. Put my findings on the Discovery Channel.
Good write.
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U shared your dearm, which turned to be a nice poem. your flow is excellent.
Enjoyed
and thanks so much for sharing this poem.
Glenn
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