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ok so these are the past two i wrote, i had writers block(nothing good i wanted on paper) then i broke out one day and wrote these two back to back
The River
Flowing in the river that is me from the rolling stones to the unborn salmon cascaded along side of me, is the seeds that we call trees. that of which is I am... is long gone.
that which was me has flowed into the camotion of the sea though consumption of me by those who reside in me, leads me back to my river for that is where our birth is and at the mouth of birth there you will find the settled sliver off that which was me patiently waiting, for rebirth into that which I am.
I am nothing. yet with a twist i am everything, that which is inevitable is growth.
but how doth nothing grow? if nothing grows does it become something?
yet something is a value, so to value nothing... is everything.
then i had wrote this one after trying to make it more for a slam poetry
Haze of melancholy
Hearts ablaze in the haze of melancholy I dare to hold my head high. to redefine the line between happiness and consciousness. yes, I dare to draw the line to reach out and grab knowledge by the fruit we were condemned by to set aside that which is socially accepted.
to shadow the day and illuminate the night to take rightiousness upon me with each flight. karma is a bitch so thats why she stays on my side and in the midst of her aggression, I told her I told her to just let it ride.
I am her ocean and she is my fire I am her wind and she is my earth together we have a new form of birth. but with a new form of birth comes a new form of death. so when I die, know I though she was beautiful. (i say this a litte faster) like when my fire met her water it created the crustations of which I now call me. and when my fire met her water-pause- I found purpose.
yet with every form of purpose comes a form of failure. like the sound of a cricket in the back round it will itch at your ear approaching the problem will not help you find it, for it will know you are near. storms upon tsunami fire upon my trees re-birthing each-other gives me air to breathe and when I breathe, growth becomes us. Hearts aligned in the haze of melancholy I find I am at ease.
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Re: did you know i can write?
Free forms poems. Interesting thoughts, although a bit disjointed in parts
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yeah you can tell when i took a short break from writing
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