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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Haunted for Years
I need to get fried or find a ride before the tide swallows me whole. I'd love to escape this place before I get raped, playing with tape always gets you into a sticky situation. I'm looking for a correlation between my mind and how kind i can be. I'd rather not bother than be bind into a line with prisoners and convicts who would cause hectic septic problems. I should really start writing with a pen this pencils giving me a bad omen from my pointless nights of roamin' i curled myself out of bed this morning i was curled in a ball wishing that the fall would arrive. The cold couldn't turn these old permafrost hands for another long season with the only reason of this being is the cigarette smoke and the caffeine running through my veins like my constant growing pains. Listening and looking into bright eyes until my personal flight arises it's quite surprising how depressing someone can be just from a single death. Life has taken advantage of this fallen love, is this really the way to mourn and heal the pain? To fix troubles upon you, to pass them on with mixed emotions and manipulative intentions? Fevers and fevers and mirrors will now haunt me for years. Constantly missing the woman I was once kissing, I'm stuck, just my luck. Best friends are lost... That's what it all cost, i'm feeling like jack frost the way no one believes in me makes it so painful to be alone I've lost all sense of home no place to put my gnome, oh how i'd like to roam around and finally get known. Finally shown how to truly live free.
By Joseph Grant7 years ago in Poets
Music of Illusion
My compassion towards music is like the moves of the trees as it flows through the breeze whistling into my ears like it's nothing what it seems, that it captured my heart which feels like it's a whole new me. As I shut my eyes closed I start becoming captivated by the sound of the clashing leaves that are falling down freely through the breeze like they are having a party, just being hypnotized thinking I'm in a whole new world where I can be free doing anything from what I believe which makes things magical as it can be.
By Maliya. Ria7 years ago in Poets