Feeling Deviant
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To Write a Poem of PoetryDear All Readers from This Here Message,To Write a Poem of Poetry
I would like you to know a bit about me. I am neither open-minded nor closed-minded. I am neither political nor anti-political. I am neither fat nor skinny. I am neither overweight nor underweight. Oh wait, those last two lines were lies.
But dear readers, I would like you to know. I am a simple manipulator of words,
who might possibly think out of the box, who might possibly be of very-loose opinion, who might possibly be tall and skinny, or- who might possibly be shory and fat.
So I beseech thee,
The Slant of SoundIn the hidden depths of sounds, Sounds muttereth quiet and loud, There is a heron song that singeth out to thee, Making it all rude to thee. So in the hidden depths of sound, Falling in a mound there is Anger! and Violence! and Sound! and then, Nothing but a peaceful dreary downth on what was once a happy's hearing. And then again sound, sound raises to the top of a conciesness only taught. Thus sound resounds againth but, hasth it be hurtful? No, hasth it be loud? No. What tis thus new sound that resoundeth around, Why tis it be love, friendship, and a coalliton of ideas?The Slant of Sound
Yes
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Heart speaks to heart.
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"Life and Death are mearly on opposite ends of the same dull spectrum."
"Color does not apply to people individualy, it applies to the whole world."
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Alice.
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"Life and Death are mearly on opposite ends of the same dull spectrum."
"Color does not apply to people individualy, it applies to the whole world."
See my
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