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When collective fascinations with the grand collaborations of those masters of the morbidly obtuse
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by anaisnais
29 lines,
on Nov 19 4:39 AM. In poetry, writing, adult, love, affection, romance, detail, attention, emotion, relatio
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I sniffed up this great sweetened pleasure one time
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If none recall beginning how can end
present a launching pad to bleed penned thought,
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We flicker second thoughts until life's page
attention turns to fresher fad engage.
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If your ultimate goal is a poetry prize, there are things you must do without compromise.
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Light glance, as Cupid's heart dart dance, portray Open heart: all’s all, each part of each.’ undo depression.
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Some from within some from without without a doubt flow true as soul-song spins tale which begins to glow, then grows anew.
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Beauty in my blue pen with flowing words
in my stream of consciousness sweeping
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Reading, writing, - ideas interlink
Year after year: - ‘I am, therefore I think.’
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I love writing and will never stop. For it is life's trials that inspire me and I will always face them
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QUestions pulsed, expulsed, as spirit courts extra dimensions altogether keyed. Used, not abused, creative energy extends emotions to eter
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Poetry is metamorphosis of heart and mind combined - Emotions surge to urge osmosis, to merge what ‘chance’ can find
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This story burns inside me
Waiting for it's release
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this pen
is not a pen
it is a knife
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Yet none deny perfection's rhyming dance,
NEar, far, the same are, wor[l]ds unfold, advance.
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Harsh discords mock unmetered toil,
all editors efface them,
as blanker lines from blank uncoil
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Facts dry may well define a rose,
Yet can its scent pour through poor prose ?
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It flows within me
like a raging river
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She wandered lonely in a crowd that fills the Internet for thrills,
when all at once she thought aloud, hosts surfing, toasting golden pi
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Encapsulation through a structure tight turns a phrase avoiding overkill, or temperature tests as censured will Nature, Man, describe, in t
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Breeze, gentle first, then burst burst followed till leaves lifted, stimulating sudden start.
Open source sprung links which once apart we
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Scratch, scratch, scratch, I'll write this poem for you
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