Fragmentsofthepoet'ssoul
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It's been said before, there is something about blue that feels familiar.... as if the sky reflects the heart.
Have You heard?
About that Flower?
It was so elegantly thrown mercilessly broken quietly dead.
....in the quiet of the shaded a single flower lost all hope
tucked away stairs,
as it withered away.
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It whispered however a dying wiish
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"when the light lets itself known to you, don't turn your back on it."
So before it went i answered: Fine then i shall write this to her
Allow me to expand upon said thought exchange with you the possibility of airing my heart by hanging it on a tree letting you see its roots letting all its secrets fall out reaching your ears that never look this way hoping to make this tree yours and making my home its veins.
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Yet still after all, there exists a question within my heart, it hides itself right around the corner, to get to it you must light the darkest hallway, and to answer it you'd have to risk everything within sight.
See what happens is....
inspired by each poem the poet reads to himself, I write into existence a new desire.
In longing to write a line resembling mine, I forget to lock the door, thus eternity left us behind.
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All that you see and then
as i shook my pen, lines of all kinds formed, shapes of bygone thoughts, shadows of what could be, and now my paper is drenched in ink, blue in nature, purple in feelings, Black in kind, and on the edge of the paper farther than anything else the shape of your eye.
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Further more I stand fragmented lost confused trying to write poetry with no logical meaning, then again the heart was never logical, it was simply infatuated by the unique presence of one's fire. with this last fragment the poet sets satisfied, his reality and desires both are one... Alive.
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