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2011 a cold whispering voice
separated in choice
clouds above moving on
the storm is gone
winds forever chase
cracking the vase
blowing everything away
into the grey
nightfall coming soon
becoming a blood moon
skies turning dark
for another day to embark
fast and sharp poetry, they
fast and sharp poetry, they are like snack sized chunks of rhyme. Thankyou.
The structure is very similar, i have only read a few of your poems. Is the structure normally the same?
I'm sorry i wasn't who you thought i was. F**k it, i'm sorry i wasn't who i thought i was.
...I bought the heartbreak hotel on my own with no investors, closed it down and opened the F**k you, get over it bed and breakfast
all of my current writings
all of my current writings are mostly the same in structure but few this short. thanks for reading.
Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me danger is