I Read on the Internet I Was Dead.A Poem by Maxwell M.evolve into your own.
Previous Version This is a previous version of I Read on the Internet I Was Dead.. i'll take a stroll, through these ambient nights and, talk with the sparrows. these lights are, just so superfluous and, they teach the ways of hiding in quartz glasses.
who they thought, was just a jester of song. is found to be, the king of music halls. what i thought, to be a messenger. was wrong and, seemingly disposable.
i'll drive through, foggy fields of highway lines and, have no headlights on. the pavement speaks in, tongues that once thought were lost. bewildered i sit, driving oh so content, on and on and on.
who they thought, was a keeper of the peaceful. is found be, the king of all in distortion. what i thought, to be a messenger. was wrong and, completely indisposed.
so i'll stay here, complacent and melancholy. with me just, trees, sky and stones. can't make peace, with the wild(night)life. because they won't speak to me.
whether i, sit, drive or stroll. just know that, i'm always here at home. it's just so hard, to stay one place at a time. like singing, harshly monotone. where we are, should be broadcast in bright colors. 'cause i just can't seem to see, in black and white and gold. so please don't just, move around shuffle footed. take on those, of higher understanding. we can't be, forced to accept this. it's just a, silly little battle, for those who forget to roam. and if there was more that, i could do for them. just know that, it would mean nothing in the end. © 2008 Maxwell M.Author's Note
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Added on September 21, 2008 Last Updated on September 23, 2008 Previous Versions AuthorMaxwell M.North Aurora, ILAboutWell it's been a while. I had found that writing on the computer was making my writing feel a bit..strained. So I'll be doing some experimenting with both pen and paper and this wonderful iMac. Let's .. more..Writing
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