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This is all I ever wanted.
Now that the time has come,
I want the past back,
I just want part of it,
Not the whole,
Conflicting flashes..
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Gold and silver, specks
of air,
Hovering and
floating, I am,
But still so far
away,
Black holes of dense
wonder,
Sparingly placed,
..
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less surreal, and more simple
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Influenced by "Isabella, or the Pot of Basil" (1818) by John Keats, which is a narrative poem about love and lose, based on the control of others.
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Rumbling window
seats, I sit
Color slashes, blue
and wash through
Illusions of warm
heightened
Breezes counteract
Face connects
outsid..
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Blinking lights all are passed by
The shivering of a brisk solitary walk comforts within
The days bark, crickets screech,
But I really am not..
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Disputes can be taken too far sometimes. That is when people never forget.
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Do you ever look back on simple moments and wonder, why can't this day repeat itself over and over? Those rare, perfect, simple, moments, mostly share..
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The smallest letdown
sinks my organ.
The ship has left the
exchange.
Afloat a soggy board,
this is my rescue.
The shivers of water
trail ..
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Monostitch poem:: single line composed of 6-12 syllables,one form of metaphor or personification needs to be included, and has to be a complete senten..
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